J.WIGGY & THE LOONS — A SHEEP IN WOLVES CLOTHING

I’m a psycho brainiac I wrestle with God like a maniac When it comes to love Very little do I lack I come on strong Give a natural man a heart attack If my soul were made of bricks of gold There would be a fat stack And I’m not talking no smack I’m a supernatural man When it comes to heaven I’m in on the Plan When it comes to hell I shake its’ bowls With all I can Cuz from the devil I never ran From were it is I began King of the jungle Call me Tarzan Never to burn in the sun Left with a bronze tan Gray hair keeps gettin thicker Destine to live a full life span When it comes to the world I see a frog in a frying pan To go with it makes me think ones in need Of a cat scan Yeah You’ll find me howling at the moon light Growling when things just aren’t right A sheep in wolves clothing that’s out of sight With God I still fight And to God I make my plight My spirit always stays high in flight As a holy God and his only begotten son Stay real tight Now I say go ahead it’s me you wanna label I’ll make it out to be a fable You may say I’m unstable Only I stand solid with these cards on the table To play this hand I’m willing and able All those who oppose I disable For all those in whom my heart grows I enable As I reach to the heavens Don’t tell me I’m unable The hand I hold bares so much pain They have to medicate my brain So go ahead and make it plain You see on my garments plenty of stain Way deep inside I found a place that Always stays sane Even while dancing naked in the summer Rain Not a single step I take is in vain Some may say my actions are a bit profane I say they all lead to that sacred spot Riding high on the Glory Train Yeah You’ll find me howling at the moon light Growling when things just aren’t right A sheep in wolves clothing that’s out of sight With God I still fight And to God I make my plight My spirit always stays high in flight As a holy God and his only begotten son stay real tight Oh yeah I’m still full of my sin Only it don’t keep me from my confession When the devil’s getting under my skin I’m in need of some refreshin Cuz when my souls warn thin The Lord and I have us another session He always leaves me with a grin You see when it comes to the battle of Oppression It’s an easy one for The Lord to win When it comes to religion I blaze my own trail Cuz I’m no stool pigeon Waiting on some preacher to set wind to my sail When it comes to heaven I only want me a little smidgen Cuz at being holy I always Fail Yeah You’ll find me howling at the moon light Growling when things just aren’t right A sheep in wolves clothing that’s out of sight With God I still fight And to God I make my plight My spirit always stays high in flight As a holy God and his only begotten son stay real tight