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deaf mutts surround me
and hopelessly bind me
in taffeta, velvet and lace
I have no reflection, no sense of direction
drugged and left here in disgrace
I have no purpose or no home
I have nowhere to go
they fed me vodka, fed me wine
and threw me in the snow

there are wolves in the streets
there are wolves in the home
there are wolves in the afterlife
chewing on your bones

lying there freezing
all battered and bleeding
my shirt ripped and covered in paint
a girl took me in on a hunch and a whim
like an angel or some kind of saint
with no introduction, no hint of seduction
she lavished my body with praise
I had no purpose or no home
I had nowhere to go
she took my money, took my phone
and threw me in the snow

there are wolves in the streets
there are wolves in the home
there are wolves in the afterlife
chewing on your bones
there are wolves that will stalk you
when you're all alone

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from Wolves in the Streets e​.​p., released February 2, 2013

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Monica's Last Prayer UK

Monica’s Last Prayer are a post-punk project founded in 1993 and based in central England. Spear-headed by principal member Paul Broome, their sound varies from release to release - ranging from upbeat gothic/darkwave to introspective nu-gaze.

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