the wolves in low down

 

The wolves in low down

The full moon cows by the dark clouds

They can't shape change to the full

So they howl in broad daylight

The wolves want to be free

The criminal charges file on their leaders

They can't stand it holding them to the chains

They want to escape and bite again

But the full moon isn't shining

They wish they can change shape

It isn't coming to the scene

They have to accept their fate

Beating drums for snap election

It isn't the wolves call at all

With Rocking Rona grinning in the air

It wishes the wolves to get it in

Rocking Rona will unleash its bites

Every wolf will get the infection

Then the rest of its partners too

So be careful of what they wish for

The snap election

It is the prerogative of the King

Nobody can decide for His Majesty

It is his call when the time arrives