Werewolves of indiana

It's not personal if I hurt you, darling I am victim to the moon

Cursed our blood as we woke up by Indiana sun at about noon

Come on farmers hide your daughters and your livestock now while you still can

You're the one who has the problem I don't think I need a helping hand

Oh yes I know

Oh yes I know

Oh yes I know you're armed with silver bullets

Finger on the trigger but you won't pull it

Darling take your hand off of the gun

We're just werewolves on the run

I don't blame you if you hate us, you deserve the likes of better men

Lost my mind as you walked by, I stumbled out of Kilroy's half past ten

Bloomington will burn again, I almost feel like maybe I should care

But I lost control, fell down a hole where the wolves of Indiana all despair

Oh yes I know

Oh yes I know

Oh yes I know you're armed with silver bullets

Finger on the trigger but you won't pull it

Darling take your hand off of the gun

We're just werewolves on the run

You say I couldn't get much worse

But I just blame this ancient curse

While Indiana it may burn

A man can change, a man can learn

So take your hand off of the gun

We're just werewolves on the run

Written by Alex Nanni

Alex Nanni - Vocals, Guitar

John Kolar- Guitar, Keys, Backing vocals

Milo Levine - Bass, Backing Vocals

Ross Weidman - Drums, Backing Vocals

Produced and mixed by John Kolar