There are wolves on the London Underground
with twist of tracks and twist of tails
There are wolves on the London Underground
with silver eyes and silver rails

The roar of trains, the snap of jaws
electric light and padding paws
Where darkness hides the wolves come out
with fur and fear they creep about

Empty station, dusted cowl
the kingdom where the pack now prowl
Bright-dark streaks of painted air
with teeth and blood and bone and hair

Stuck between the concrete trees
dank pine air and ice-less freeze
Caught between the wild and man
and so we’re back where we began

Metal tubes that ring with prey
same times and places every day
The wolves that watch the bullets by
and un-oiled doors that scream and cry

There are wolves on the London Underground
Caught between the wild and man
There are wolves on the London Underground
that take us back where we began.