Wolpertinger

I was born a shallow mold
I am young and I am old
I want to be like you
I am silver, I am gold
I do as I am told
Let me be like you!
Let me be like you!
But the thoughts in my head
Oh they won’t let me go
You’re prone to death just like I am, baby
Let me go!
But the thoughts in my head
Oh they won’t let me go
You’re prone to death just like I am, baby
Let me go!
But the thoughts in my head
Oh they won’t let me go
You’re prone to death just like I am, baby
Let me go!
But the thoughts in my head
Oh they won’t let me go
You’re prone to death just like I am, baby
Let me go!