[Intro] [Fuzz bass drone, distant siren, heavy stomp drum, low and slow] [Vocals: low, gritty, spoken-sung] Midnight shift. Bad moon rising. My blood’s running hot. Theirs is about to run cold. [Verse 1] [Groove enters, clean but heavy, whiskey-baritone] Scanner crackles, another call on the wire, Some backroad outlaw pushing tires past the limit. They laugh in the static, think they’ve lost the light, Don’t know what’s hunting on this county line tonight. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass walks, drums tighten, tension builds] V8’s humming, my grip’s on the wheel, The moon ain’t the only thing starting to peel. You can run the red line, you can break every law, But this badge bears a wolf… and it’s closing its jaw. [Chorus] [Full band, heavy stomp, vocals strained, talk-sung from the gut] ONLY THE WOLF MAN PULLS THE NIGHT SHIFT! Outlaws run but he’s twice as swift! I don’t need no cuffs, I don’t read your rights, The moon is my gavel on the longest nights. And the taillights fade… into the dust. [Verse 2] [Half-time groove, vocals hazy, detached] I catch the panic on a desert breeze, You can’t outpace a nose that tracks the trees. Your radiator’s weeping, your tires are dead, Last thing you hear is the heavy tread. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass walks, drums tighten, more desperate] You should’ve stayed sober, you should’ve turned back, Now there’s just blood smears on the gravel track. Dispatch calls it a routine wreck, They never find the bones… they never check. [Chorus] [Heavier, gang-style backing on last line] ONLY THE WOLF MAN PULLS THE NIGHT SHIFT! Outlaws run but he’s twice as swift! I don’t need no cuffs, I don’t read your rights, The moon is my gavel on the longest nights. And the captain signs off… on the paperwork. [Bridge] [Music drops to bass & kick, hypnotic, spoken-sung] Captain leans in, says “You work too clean. Too many wrecks… too little scene.” What can I tell him? “The bloodhound knows. The trail gets dark… but the instinct grows.” [Drums crash in, heavy riff, vocals rise] The hunger’s patient. The hunger’s sly. Another tag on the fence… beneath a black sky. [Guitar Solo] [Slow, wah-drenched fuzz, psychedelic bends, atmospheric feedback] [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] [Half-time, maximum heaviness, layered vocals] ONLY THE WOLF MAN PULLS THE NIGHT SHIFT! (NIGHT SHIFT!) Outlaws run but he’s twice as swift! (TWICE AS SWIFT!) Don’t need no backup, don’t read no rights, The moon is my witness on the dead-end nights. And the badge on my chest stays bright… while the streets run dry. [Outro] [Riff fades to bass drone, single kick drum, cicadas return] [Vocals: exhausted, close-mic, mock whisper] Clean streets. Clean logbook. Clean kill. Clock’s punchin’ out. The beast is still. Good night. [Siren fades. Engine idle. Distant howl. Car door slam. Silence.]
