Astral Doors - Call Of The Wild lyrics

Here's a song I will sing, you're a clown, I'm a king; I'm still alive You're a fake, a disgrace, wipe that smile off your face; I'll take you down Because some day there may be a cure for this burning The rage in my soul, I'll be coming back for more I'll return to the call of the wild Cold case or a son of a gun On my way to the place where I'll meet my maker Won't rest 'til I die; I'll return to the call of the wild Well I read it myself in a book by the shelf, became mesmerized It was all about me and my wish to be free from the fools around It's no joyride to be on the top of the mountain The best of the art; there are enemies everywhere I'll return to the call of the wild Cold case or a son of a gun On my way to the place where I'll meet my maker Won't rest 'til I die; I'll return to the call of the wild You must go, you're no good I'm so tired of the creatures only here to ruin my world Shut your mouth, nobody cares; this is the call of the wild ...and I'm still alive I'll return to the call of the wild Cold case or a son of a gun On my way to the place where I'll meet my maker Won't rest 'til I die; I'll return to the call of the wild (call of the wild) (call of the wild) I'll return to the call of the wild (call of the wild) (call of the wild) And I'll never return to you again