The Wild People - Mark Lanegan Band

My sin, my sin is done and it won’t be forgiven

I’m gone, I’m gone

I’m going where the wild people living

Gone where the wild, wild people living

So long alone, close to the bone

They kill the messenger, they kill the taxman waiting in line

They kill the passenger where the train and taxi collide

A holiday has come, my mind has escaped into hiding

I’ve shot away my life, out where the wild people riding

Out where the wild, the wild people riding

So long alone, close to the bone

Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the messenger man

Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the passenger man

Saturday I’m sick, I’m sick with a virus descending

Burn sunday to the quick, to the quick with a match on a mile long stick

My sin, my sin is done and it won’t be forgiven

I’m gone, I’m gone

I’m gone where the wild people living

Gone where the wild, wild people living

So long alone, close to the bone

Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the messenger man

Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the passenger man