Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

Looking back in anger
On this dirty little town

It stained your dress carved up my face
Put a wedge between our state of grace

Something´s so young and pretty
Should never be released
We place our bets we take our pick
They wind up in the belly of the beast

And when you can´t get what you want
You take anything you can
So I wear this suit of wolves at night
I slip it on how come it feels so right

I get a hungry man
When I can´t get what I want
I take anything I can
I wear a suit of wolves

Just across from Friday
The weekend circus rolls
I cross my heart turn on the charm
I say my prayers between two hungry arms

There´s a string of dangerous flowers
All around my bed
There´s some want rings and some just want