I'm a loner, DottienThey call me Rebel YellownBut they don't know me, DottiennHello, DottienYou can call me Mellow YellownnYou know I love you, DottienI'm waking up with younBut you don't know me, DottienI'm tangled up in bluenAnd there ain't nothing newnI just want to come get my fangs stuck in thisnnNow I'm a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangsnHere I come, here I comenAnd I didn't come to put your fire outnI don't fear your flamesnHere I comennI hear I'm calling your namenFor crying out loudnI'm here, I'm calling your namenFor crying out wolfnI hear I'm calling you outnI hear I'm calling you outnI'm here, I'm calling you outnI'm here, I'm calling you outnnI raised awareness so you could call me daddynI took care of your sheriff, man, I'd shoot 'em all gladlynMr. Happy Go HungrynOn the search to where my gun and badge are buriednNow you're just mad or scarednBecause you got no more little toys to look afternThey said you poisoned a perfectly good pasturenWe asked your whereabouts, they only had one good answernnAnd they said there was no choice in their matternAnd that their voice didn't matternAnd the white noise in your laughternWas just a void they couldn't capturenA filler in time, while you tried to put those pillars in linennI was watching horror films, hoping the killer was finenFigured it was prime to tinker with your spinenWhile you played the role of Jesus, I was spilling your winenJust to kill some time, they thought it was for justicennSo now it sucks less for me because I crushed your destinynAnd dubbed your lust for a mess to clean upnYou love less to me nownNever trust a breath I breathe outnI'm sufficiently breathlessnJust blood and flesh, yes, you see nownnWeed out your garden, let me come and find the flowersnBefore you summon the final hours for someone that's blind to cowardsnI devour jealousy, complaints, and poor sportsmanshipnnNow you're over-apologetic, wet with a thousand types of tearsnAnd I don't get it - you kept them right behind your earsnTried to steer many your beaten path for bad companynI said I keep my feet in glass, and that's comfortingnAnd that's coming from the king of the road to recoverynWho has got a soul that's old and I sing you odes about codes that cut it free (?)nIt's just like me, nothing's changednnI'm just a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangsnHere I come, here I comenAnd I didn't come to put your fire outnI don't fear your flamesnHere I comennI hear I'm calling your namenFor crying out loudnI hear I'm calling your namenFor crying out wolfnI hear I'm calling you outnI hear I'm calling you outnI'm here, I'm calling you outnI'm here, I'm calling you outnnAnd they said they just wanted to have a kissnAnd you were all like, You want to battle, bitch?nnAnd then you said, Our history is too fragile to juggle withnBut now Misery is the only man you'll cuddle withnAnd it's so clear, you drew weapons on those you hold dearnSaid you were dancing in private, but you're two-steppin' on toes herennDear, Dottie