Brian J. N. Davis | A Metropolitan Guide

Werewolves

Let the legends flow from the children’s sight
And we’ll be rising in the moonlight
The Devil’s wearing his mighty fine clothes
Every chink in the armor is what he’s paid to know

Throw the dirt and let it scatter to the wind
It’ll sound like rain coming down again
That was always my kind of trick
Offer up something and watch the elements shift

God forbid, I’d say, is it such a sin
To stand in the light just to let the light in?

I’ll let that lunar sway bathe me in its light
When I’m basking in that glow and that Devil’s passing by
I’ll be something altogether different to make the battle fair
He may know the weakness but he ain’t gonna know where

But as the night rolls on and the daybreak creeping in
If you steal from the Devil is it still some kind of sin?

God forbid, I’d say, I’d do it all again
To stand in the light just to let the light in