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 [C7]the tɾigger but you [A7won’t pull it
Darling take your hand [Bm]off of the gun
We’re just werewolves on [C7]the ɾun
I don’t blame you [A7if you [A7hate us, you [A7deserve the likes of better men
Lost my [A]mind as you [A7walked by, I stumbled out of Kilroy’s half past ten
Bloomington [C7]will burn again, I almost feel like [F]maybe [Am]I should care
But I lost contɾol, fell down a hole where the wolves of Indiana all [Em]despair
Oh yes I know
Oh yes I know
Oh yes I know you’re armed with silver bullets
Finger on [C7]the tɾigger but you [A7won’t pull it
Darling take your hand [Bm]off of the gun
We’re just werewolves on [C7]the ɾun
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 [Bm]off of the gun
We’re just werewolves on [C7]the ɾun