On the trail of the perpetrators
Of this terrible rash of crimes
Striking the scum and the rich alike
What has become of our times
The Wolves, they roam
The beasts, they dine
While the fat cats and their peacocks
Won't spare us a dime
To lazy sheep I am a shepherd
Nobody with a speck of base to them is safe
Which encompasses, well, everyone
Yet the Prime Minister's kept the date
The election's close and no-one's caught them
The moon's soon approaching
That all-eclipsing meet
While we toil outside on the street
And if we don't best them
Our chances are slim
The Wolves in their cunning
Might all of London win
There's the lad
Who's afraid of a dog on the street
He happens to meet
You don't see that everyday
On his job how's he got
He must have an in
These "monsters"'ll send him down the bin
And in culpability
I must confess
The mere glimpse of one
Would my fears undress
The order upturned
Oh the city shall burn
Beneath Moriarty's clawed hands
Surely we're not the monsters to which they're referring
What's this I hear
A snuffle
A tear
Dashing to pieces
The peace of the night
A shadow
It shrinks
The shape though-it finks
A hound or some such creature
It sends such chills
I wish I had called the preacher
But my compatriots are laughing
While I find myself faffing
To avoid those painful fears
I must find this fearsome beast
And slay it lest I'm the roast for the feast
All those medals and honors given to men
Oh, what's it take to get one then
Courage and resilience in the face of-
A hound or some such creature-Ah
A hellhound
It's larger than I thought
Would you really hurt me
Scarce I've done you wrong
I'll send this beast to hell
Back to where it belongs
And if I weren't known to be afraid
A medal might even correctly state my name
Lestrade
A dog's bite on a boy of four
Oh, who would've thought he'd have a tour
And I see that shape in my dreams
Those sharp ears, those fierce teeth
Please Mister
Lestrade
Don't let my form you affright
I only wish to see the world you keep
Beyond just the night
On my fears it plainly speaks
A child's voice could come from a beast
It must be a siren
I must resist its call
These Wolves are crafty
Pity's ploy to make me fall
Are we so hated to give you such a fright
Must we only be considered denizens of the night
If the Wolves clearly don't work with you
Then who could they be party to
A siren's lilting pleasure
I'll send this Wolf to hell
With a little bark, laughter behind
And if I could, I swear I'd find
A spark of courage locked deep inside
But I cannot
Feel it
Does it cower before me
I can't pull the trigger
Oh God give me the strength
Those eyes are so soft
Is this really a killer
The Wolves are loose
And my neck's in a noose
I'm running on the clock
And I can't pull the trigger
LONDON'S WOLVES - LESTRADE // Pull the Trigger Lyrics
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On the trail of the perpetrators
Of this terrible rash of crimes
Striking the scum and the rich alike
What has become of our times
The Wolves, they roam
The beasts, they dine
While the fat cats and their peacocks
Won't spare us a dime
To lazy sheep I am a shepherd
Nobody with a speck of base to them is safe
Which encompasses, well, everyone
Yet the Prime Minister's kept the date
The election's close and no-one's caught them
The moon's soon approaching
That all-eclipsing meet
While we toil outside on the street
And if we don't best them
Our chances are slim
The Wolves in their cunning
Might all of London win
There's the lad
Who's afraid of a dog on the street
He happens to meet
You don't see that everyday
On his job how's he got
He must have an in
These "monsters"'ll send him down the bin
And in culpability
I must confess
The mere glimpse of one
Would my fears undress
The order upturned
Oh the city shall burn
Beneath Moriarty's clawed hands
Surely we're not the monsters to which they're referring
What's this I hear
A snuffle
A tear
Dashing to pieces
The peace of the night
A shadow
It shrinks
The shape though-it finks
A hound or some such creature
It sends such chills
I wish I had called the preacher
But my compatriots are laughing
While I find myself faffing
To avoid those painful fears
I must find this fearsome beast
And slay it lest I'm the roast for the feast
All those medals and honors given to men
Oh, what's it take to get one then
Courage and resilience in the face of-
A hound or some such creature-Ah
A hellhound
It's larger than I thought
Would you really hurt me
Scarce I've done you wrong
I'll send this beast to hell
Back to where it belongs
And if I weren't known to be afraid
A medal might even correctly state my name
Lestrade
A dog's bite on a boy of four
Oh, who would've thought he'd have a tour
And I see that shape in my dreams
Those sharp ears, those fierce teeth
Please Mister
Lestrade
Don't let my form you affright
I only wish to see the world you keep
Beyond just the night
On my fears it plainly speaks
A child's voice could come from a beast
It must be a siren
I must resist its call
These Wolves are crafty
Pity's ploy to make me fall
Are we so hated to give you such a fright
Must we only be considered denizens of the night
If the Wolves clearly don't work with you
Then who could they be party to
A siren's lilting pleasure
I'll send this Wolf to hell
With a little bark, laughter behind
And if I could, I swear I'd find
A spark of courage locked deep inside
But I cannot
Feel it
Does it cower before me
I can't pull the trigger
Oh God give me the strength
Those eyes are so soft
Is this really a killer
The Wolves are loose
And my neck's in a noose
I'm running on the clock
And I can't pull the trigger
Of this terrible rash of crimes
Striking the scum and the rich alike
What has become of our times
The Wolves, they roam
The beasts, they dine
While the fat cats and their peacocks
Won't spare us a dime
To lazy sheep I am a shepherd
Nobody with a speck of base to them is safe
Which encompasses, well, everyone
Yet the Prime Minister's kept the date
The election's close and no-one's caught them
The moon's soon approaching
That all-eclipsing meet
While we toil outside on the street
And if we don't best them
Our chances are slim
The Wolves in their cunning
Might all of London win
There's the lad
Who's afraid of a dog on the street
He happens to meet
You don't see that everyday
On his job how's he got
He must have an in
These "monsters"'ll send him down the bin
And in culpability
I must confess
The mere glimpse of one
Would my fears undress
The order upturned
Oh the city shall burn
Beneath Moriarty's clawed hands
Surely we're not the monsters to which they're referring
What's this I hear
A snuffle
A tear
Dashing to pieces
The peace of the night
A shadow
It shrinks
The shape though-it finks
A hound or some such creature
It sends such chills
I wish I had called the preacher
But my compatriots are laughing
While I find myself faffing
To avoid those painful fears
I must find this fearsome beast
And slay it lest I'm the roast for the feast
All those medals and honors given to men
Oh, what's it take to get one then
Courage and resilience in the face of-
A hound or some such creature-Ah
A hellhound
It's larger than I thought
Would you really hurt me
Scarce I've done you wrong
I'll send this beast to hell
Back to where it belongs
And if I weren't known to be afraid
A medal might even correctly state my name
Lestrade
A dog's bite on a boy of four
Oh, who would've thought he'd have a tour
And I see that shape in my dreams
Those sharp ears, those fierce teeth
Please Mister
Lestrade
Don't let my form you affright
I only wish to see the world you keep
Beyond just the night
On my fears it plainly speaks
A child's voice could come from a beast
It must be a siren
I must resist its call
These Wolves are crafty
Pity's ploy to make me fall
Are we so hated to give you such a fright
Must we only be considered denizens of the night
If the Wolves clearly don't work with you
Then who could they be party to
A siren's lilting pleasure
I'll send this Wolf to hell
With a little bark, laughter behind
And if I could, I swear I'd find
A spark of courage locked deep inside
But I cannot
Feel it
Does it cower before me
I can't pull the trigger
Oh God give me the strength
Those eyes are so soft
Is this really a killer
The Wolves are loose
And my neck's in a noose
I'm running on the clock
And I can't pull the trigger
Writer: Sam Smith
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