Lyrics: I don't like you much I am like a wolf I'm not full of your hate I'm full of my grace See here my face I am a king
See the empty stage See there's nothing there Save your ounce of despair Your once wasted air Your devil-may-care poisonings
Lone child, born wild No childish things Lone child, born wild No tribal strings
I'll be moving on, creeping off the stage I'll be tearing you out, tearing you down I'm growling now in the wings
Lone child, born wild No childish things Lone child, born wild No tribal strings
Quotes: "This is a song about a woman I know. The chord progression is typical Frank Black, with a lot of major to minor, minor back to major. When I played it with the band, they made it sound so classy and added a lot more jazz to the feel. I really like what they did with it." - Frank on recording Honeycomb - Night Times. 12/06/2005