| Song | Up on Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Feral Days |
| Artist | Sunset Rubdown |
| Album | Random Spirit Lover |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You're the one who ran in the wild ‘cause you're the one the wild called | |
| And you're the one who followed the child to save the sun from how it falls | |
| You're the one who had knives set aside for the throats of hunters | |
| But they tricked you with a trinket and a name | |
| And I'm the one who sat at your capture and I'm the one who whispered low | |
| That's the one who followed the child to save the son and look it's starting to snow! | |
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh | |
| You're the one who's riding around on a leopard | |
| You're the one who's throwing his shit in the air! | |
| You're the one whose wild hide will weather | |
| In the weathering days to a leather | |
| Made for princes to lay their princely heads of hair! | |
| Upon the end of your feral days, upon the end of your feral days | |
| Upon the end of your feral days oh-oh-oh-oh-oooooooooh | |
| You're the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name | |
| And you're the one who lived off a forsaken land | |
| I'm the one who sat at your capture | |
| And let the snow fall on this whispering rapture | |
| And you're the one who's kissing your captor's hands | |
| Well shit, I know we're all growing old but where there's a will, there is a way, so way to go | |
| Say goodbye to your feral days, say goodbye to your feral days, say-ay goodbye-aye-aye-aye-aaaaaye | |
| Cause you're the one who's riding around on a leopard ba-da-dum | |
| You're the one who's throwing dead birds in the air | |
| And you're the one whose wild hide will weather | |
| In the weathering days to a leather | |
| Made soft so princes can lay down their princely white heads of hair! | |
| So say goodbye | |
| Say goodbye to your feral days | |
| Say-ay goodbye-aye-aye-aye-aye | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains |
| You' re the one who ran in the wild ' cause you' re the one the wild called | |
| And you' re the one who followed the child to save the sun from how it falls | |
| You' re the one who had knives set aside for the throats of hunters | |
| But they tricked you with a trinket and a name | |
| And I' m the one who sat at your capture and I' m the one who whispered low | |
| That' s the one who followed the child to save the son and look it' s starting to snow! | |
| Whoaohohohohohohohoh whoaohohohohohoh | |
| Whoaohohohohohohohoh whoaohohohohohoh | |
| You' re the one who' s riding around on a leopard | |
| You' re the one who' s throwing his shit in the air! | |
| You' re the one whose wild hide will weather | |
| In the weathering days to a leather | |
| Made for princes to lay their princely heads of hair! | |
| Upon the end of your feral days, upon the end of your feral days | |
| Upon the end of your feral days ohohohohoooooooooh | |
| You' re the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name | |
| And you' re the one who lived off a forsaken land | |
| I' m the one who sat at your capture | |
| And let the snow fall on this whispering rapture | |
| And you' re the one who' s kissing your captor' s hands | |
| Well shit, I know we' re all growing old but where there' s a will, there is a way, so way to go | |
| Say goodbye to your feral days, say goodbye to your feral days, sayay goodbyeayeayeayeaaaaaye | |
| Cause you' re the one who' s riding around on a leopard badadum | |
| You' re the one who' s throwing dead birds in the air | |
| And you' re the one whose wild hide will weather | |
| In the weathering days to a leather | |
| Made soft so princes can lay down their princely white heads of hair! | |
| So say goodbye | |
| Say goodbye to your feral days | |
| Sayay goodbyeayeayeayeaye | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains |
| You' re the one who ran in the wild ' cause you' re the one the wild called | |
| And you' re the one who followed the child to save the sun from how it falls | |
| You' re the one who had knives set aside for the throats of hunters | |
| But they tricked you with a trinket and a name | |
| And I' m the one who sat at your capture and I' m the one who whispered low | |
| That' s the one who followed the child to save the son and look it' s starting to snow! | |
| Whoaohohohohohohohoh whoaohohohohohoh | |
| Whoaohohohohohohohoh whoaohohohohohoh | |
| You' re the one who' s riding around on a leopard | |
| You' re the one who' s throwing his shit in the air! | |
| You' re the one whose wild hide will weather | |
| In the weathering days to a leather | |
| Made for princes to lay their princely heads of hair! | |
| Upon the end of your feral days, upon the end of your feral days | |
| Upon the end of your feral days ohohohohoooooooooh | |
| You' re the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name | |
| And you' re the one who lived off a forsaken land | |
| I' m the one who sat at your capture | |
| And let the snow fall on this whispering rapture | |
| And you' re the one who' s kissing your captor' s hands | |
| Well shit, I know we' re all growing old but where there' s a will, there is a way, so way to go | |
| Say goodbye to your feral days, say goodbye to your feral days, sayay goodbyeayeayeayeaaaaaye | |
| Cause you' re the one who' s riding around on a leopard badadum | |
| You' re the one who' s throwing dead birds in the air | |
| And you' re the one whose wild hide will weather | |
| In the weathering days to a leather | |
| Made soft so princes can lay down their princely white heads of hair! | |
| So say goodbye | |
| Say goodbye to your feral days | |
| Sayay goodbyeayeayeayeaye | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains | |
| Your highness is holding your chains |