Lyrics to "Wolf Mothers (feed the family)
Wolf mothers, you don't take, your young ones, out on the hunt, Wolf fathers, all alone, with flesh and bones, to feed the family.
Eyes on the prize, to survive, keep your eyes on the prize, to feed the family.
Wolf mothers, you don't serve, with silver spoons, what you deserve, wolf fathers, you don't wait, for the kill, to lie down still.
Eyes on the prize, to survive, keep your eyes on the prize, to feed the family
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