I got a bottle in my pocket, got a ghost on my back, I got a half-smoked promise, and a heart gone black. I got scars in my rearview, ashes in my bed, Every mile I’m drivin’ feeds the hunger in my head. Hey, bartender, pour me somethin’ strong, Hey, sweet sinner, won’t you sing along? These cravings — they’re howlin’ at the moon These cravings — they’re comin’ for me soon I keep runnin’, but they’re scratchin’ at my skin Come on, sing it — let the wild ones in! I see the devil in the mirror, got my name on his tongue, I keep my boots in the gutter, keep my prayers all unsung. Ain’t no saint gonna save me, ain’t no preacher gonna try, I got cravings like a wildfire — they’re gonna burn me alive. Hey, bartender, pour me somethin’ strong, Hey, sweet sinner, won’t you sing along? These cravings — they’re howlin’ at the moon These cravings — they’re comin’ for me soon I keep runnin’, but they’re scratchin’ at my skin Come on, sing it — let the wild ones in! Clap your hands, stomp your boots on the floor, Raise your voice, we’re the hungry and the poor. Clap your hands, stomp your boots on the floor, We’re the sinners they can’t cage no more! These cravings — they’re howlin’ at the moon These cravings — they’re comin’ for me soon I keep runnin’, but they’re scratchin’ at my skin Come on, sing it — let the wild ones in! Yeah, come on, sing it — let the wild ones in... Yeah, come on, sing it — let the wild ones in...
