Well, I am a young man and I believe in God
And I button my shirt right up to the top
And I read when I can, in the shade of the trees
And I buckle up good
And I always say please
But the wolf is at the gate and I'm reflected in his eyes
And his teeth are broken glass
His mercy is a lie
And when it snows, all the details disappear
And the days are long and grey
And the lights come on at 3
And the road down to the pharmacy - well, it may be 
beautiful but it's a trap