In the houses of the holy,
To the middle of the mystic sea,
At the craddle of the world.
There`s a black cat screamin`,
And it`s not even midnight,
At the craddle of the world.
They`re screamin` sanctuary,
They`re screamin` at you,
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Now there`s a cloud over heaven,
And the pain of a paradise,
In your corner of the world.
Ah, turn your back on the children,
Does it feel like it`s colder,
In your corner of the world.
They`re screamin` sanctuary,
They`re screamin` at you,
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves,
Don`t you let them get away,
Lock up the wolves before you play,
Or it`s over.
Lock up the wolves,
Don`t you let them get away,
Don`t let them get away.
There`s no back door to heaven,
Just a front door to hell,
Oh, in this corner of the world.
Now if you turn your back on the children,
You`ll feel it getting colder,
Ah, in your corner of the world.
They`re screamin` sanctuary,
They`re screamin` at you,
Oooh!
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Lock them up.