You’re the one who ran in the wild ‘causenYou’re the one the wild callednAnd you’re the one who followed the childnTo save the sun from how it fallsnYou’re the one who had knivesnSet aside for the throats of huntersnBut they tricked you with a trinket and a namenn+ I’m the one who sat at your capturen+ I’m the one who whispered lownThat’s the one who followed the child to save the sonnAnd look—it’s starting to snow!nnWhoah-oh-oh-ho-oh…nnYou’re the one who’s riding about on a leopard.nYou’re the one who’s throwing the shiv in the air!nYou’re the one whose wild hide will weathernAnd the weathering takes you from leathernMade for princes to lay their princely heads of hairnUpon the end of your feral daysnUpon the end of your feral daysnUpon the end of your feral daysnnOh-oh-ohnnYou’re the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name;nYou’re the one who lived off a forsaken land.nI’m the one who sat at your capturenAnd let the snow fall on this whispering rapturenYou’re the one who’s kissing your captor’s handsnn“Well shit, I know we’re all growing old.nBut where there’s a will, there is a waynSo way to go.â€nSay goodbye to your feral days.nSay goodbye to your feral days.nSay goodbye—bye-bye-byenn‘Cause you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard; (ba-da-dum)nYou’re the one who’s throwing dead birds in the air.nAnd you’re the one whose wild hide will weathernIn the weathering daysnTo a lover made softnSo princes can lay down their princely white heads! OF HAIR!nnSay goodbye…nSay goodbye to your feral days.nSay goodbye—bye-bye-bye.nnYour highness is holding your chains.