Steppenwolf Lyrics
| Song | Steppenwolf |
| Artist | Hawkwind |
| Album | 25 Years on |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You can see my eyes are lupine | |
| The liquid golden fires glare | |
| My loping walk, my slinking spine | |
| Are signs that there is something there | |
| The way my nostrils flare for odour | |
| The way my ears prick up for sound | |
| My hair's electrically aware | |
| Tells me things for miles around | |
| I am a man-wolf, I am a wolf man | |
| I have half a canine mind | |
| I have half the mind of a man | |
| I am neither of one kind | |
| Maybe it was only an hallucination | |
| I'm no stranger to such things | |
| I made a thorough investigation | |
| The image had a power that clings | |
| To my jaded imagination | |
| My brain has found the bells it rings | |
| Like a wolf my wilful loafing | |
| My languishing alone in my lair | |
| Where you will never hear me laughing | |
| I'm half in love with dark and despair | |
| The Moon's a howling mouth of mercury | |
| Quicksilver quivering in the sky | |
| It echoes like a cave of chromium | |
| That'll vacuum up my soul when I die | |
| I am a wolf man, I am a man-wolf | |
| A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind | |
| A species of the steppes and city | |
| I am neither of one kind | |
| Dissolving in the splendour of this desolation | |
| The forest has been filled by a fog | |
| Exactly a description of my isolation | |
| I made a note of it in my log | |
| To the secret of all creation | |
| I follow my own trail like a dog | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Who walks alone in the gas lamp shadows | |
| Of the streets at night | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| Upright on two feet in the city | |
| Dressed sombrely as a man | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Under skies heavy with snow | |
| My eyes are convex lenses of ebony | |
| Embedded in amber | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger | |
| Are buried in their solid glare | |
| Twin specimens of insect, set for display | |
| I am a wolf-man | |
| The man in me would kill the wolf | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| The wolf in me would eat the man | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Who despises the strivings of common men | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| Who sees them at work | |
| At their daily tasks at factories and office desks | |
| Who watches them at evening | |
| Wlbows lift at tavern tables, heads lolling in song | |
| Und ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| I saw a neon sign reflected | |
| In a pool of liquid sky | |
| It was not what I expected | |
| I was only walking by | |
| The sign said "To the Magic Theatre" | |
| It is not for everyone | |
| It is but for madmen only | |
| The first performance has begun | |
| I looked up to see that notice | |
| Where the lights were shining from | |
| Nothing but blank wall was there | |
| And their reflection too was gone | |
| Maybe it was only an hallucination | |
| I'm no stranger to such things | |
| I made a thorough investigation | |
| The image had a power that clings | |
| To my jaded imagination | |
| My brain has found the bells it rings | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| I am a man-wolf | |
| I am a wolf man |
| You can see my eyes are lupine | |
| The liquid golden fires glare | |
| My loping walk, my slinking spine | |
| Are signs that there is something there | |
| The way my nostrils flare for odour | |
| The way my ears prick up for sound | |
| My hair' s electrically aware | |
| Tells me things for miles around | |
| I am a manwolf, I am a wolf man | |
| I have half a canine mind | |
| I have half the mind of a man | |
| I am neither of one kind | |
| Maybe it was only an hallucination | |
| I' m no stranger to such things | |
| I made a thorough investigation | |
| The image had a power that clings | |
| To my jaded imagination | |
| My brain has found the bells it rings | |
| Like a wolf my wilful loafing | |
| My languishing alone in my lair | |
| Where you will never hear me laughing | |
| I' m half in love with dark and despair | |
| The Moon' s a howling mouth of mercury | |
| Quicksilver quivering in the sky | |
| It echoes like a cave of chromium | |
| That' ll vacuum up my soul when I die | |
| I am a wolf man, I am a manwolf | |
| A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind | |
| A species of the steppes and city | |
| I am neither of one kind | |
| Dissolving in the splendour of this desolation | |
| The forest has been filled by a fog | |
| Exactly a description of my isolation | |
| I made a note of it in my log | |
| To the secret of all creation | |
| I follow my own trail like a dog | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Who walks alone in the gas lamp shadows | |
| Of the streets at night | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| Upright on two feet in the city | |
| Dressed sombrely as a man | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Under skies heavy with snow | |
| My eyes are convex lenses of ebony | |
| Embedded in amber | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger | |
| Are buried in their solid glare | |
| Twin specimens of insect, set for display | |
| I am a wolfman | |
| The man in me would kill the wolf | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| The wolf in me would eat the man | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Who despises the strivings of common men | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| Who sees them at work | |
| At their daily tasks at factories and office desks | |
| Who watches them at evening | |
| Wlbows lift at tavern tables, heads lolling in song | |
| Und ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| I saw a neon sign reflected | |
| In a pool of liquid sky | |
| It was not what I expected | |
| I was only walking by | |
| The sign said " To the Magic Theatre" | |
| It is not for everyone | |
| It is but for madmen only | |
| The first performance has begun | |
| I looked up to see that notice | |
| Where the lights were shining from | |
| Nothing but blank wall was there | |
| And their reflection too was gone | |
| Maybe it was only an hallucination | |
| I' m no stranger to such things | |
| I made a thorough investigation | |
| The image had a power that clings | |
| To my jaded imagination | |
| My brain has found the bells it rings | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| I am a wolf man |
| You can see my eyes are lupine | |
| The liquid golden fires glare | |
| My loping walk, my slinking spine | |
| Are signs that there is something there | |
| The way my nostrils flare for odour | |
| The way my ears prick up for sound | |
| My hair' s electrically aware | |
| Tells me things for miles around | |
| I am a manwolf, I am a wolf man | |
| I have half a canine mind | |
| I have half the mind of a man | |
| I am neither of one kind | |
| Maybe it was only an hallucination | |
| I' m no stranger to such things | |
| I made a thorough investigation | |
| The image had a power that clings | |
| To my jaded imagination | |
| My brain has found the bells it rings | |
| Like a wolf my wilful loafing | |
| My languishing alone in my lair | |
| Where you will never hear me laughing | |
| I' m half in love with dark and despair | |
| The Moon' s a howling mouth of mercury | |
| Quicksilver quivering in the sky | |
| It echoes like a cave of chromium | |
| That' ll vacuum up my soul when I die | |
| I am a wolf man, I am a manwolf | |
| A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind | |
| A species of the steppes and city | |
| I am neither of one kind | |
| Dissolving in the splendour of this desolation | |
| The forest has been filled by a fog | |
| Exactly a description of my isolation | |
| I made a note of it in my log | |
| To the secret of all creation | |
| I follow my own trail like a dog | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Who walks alone in the gas lamp shadows | |
| Of the streets at night | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| Upright on two feet in the city | |
| Dressed sombrely as a man | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Under skies heavy with snow | |
| My eyes are convex lenses of ebony | |
| Embedded in amber | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger | |
| Are buried in their solid glare | |
| Twin specimens of insect, set for display | |
| I am a wolfman | |
| The man in me would kill the wolf | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| The wolf in me would eat the man | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| Who despises the strivings of common men | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| Who sees them at work | |
| At their daily tasks at factories and office desks | |
| Who watches them at evening | |
| Wlbows lift at tavern tables, heads lolling in song | |
| Und ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| Ich wei nicht was ich sagen soll | |
| I saw a neon sign reflected | |
| In a pool of liquid sky | |
| It was not what I expected | |
| I was only walking by | |
| The sign said " To the Magic Theatre" | |
| It is not for everyone | |
| It is but for madmen only | |
| The first performance has begun | |
| I looked up to see that notice | |
| Where the lights were shining from | |
| Nothing but blank wall was there | |
| And their reflection too was gone | |
| Maybe it was only an hallucination | |
| I' m no stranger to such things | |
| I made a thorough investigation | |
| The image had a power that clings | |
| To my jaded imagination | |
| My brain has found the bells it rings | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| I am a wolf man | |
| I am a manwolf | |
| I am a wolf man |
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