Wilding

 

You don’t want to be alone in the park at night

There are wolves out there and they’re sick with a rabid bite

Beware, beware there’s danger there

You don’t want to be alone in the park at night

 

Dangerous creatures lie till the sky is dark

They lie till the sun goes down, then their howling starts

They’re young and lean, but they’re mostly mean

And they’re out there howling, prowling in the park

 

Wilding, wilding, wilding

You don’t want to be alone in the park at night

 

What are we gonna do, we can’t kill ‘em

They’re not animals

They’re somebody’s children

But they’re kids gone savages

And they’re ravaging women and men in the park at night

 

Wilding, wilding, wilding

You don’t want to be alone in the park at night

 

There’s a law in the jungle says only the strong ones survive

The weak ones, the meek ones, God bless ‘em, they run for their lives

While the young ones, the strong ones, the ones in the jungle

They’re howling and growling and prowling the park at night

 

Wilding, wilding, wilding

You don’t want to be alone in the park at night

 

© 1989. Billy Marabella.

NOTES ON THIS SONG
A tragic, true story with a surprise twist in real life that pops up many years after the assault. This song is not intended to glorify or question anything. Mostly it is a chronicle of a relatively small, but very sad event in American history.