In the houses of the holy,
To the middle of the mystic sea,
At the craddle of the world.

There's a black cat screamin',
And it's not even midnight,
At the craddle of the world.


They're screamin' sanctuary,
They're screamin' at you,
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.


Now there's a cloud over heaven,
And the pain of a paradise,
In your corner of the world.

Ah, turn your back on the children,
Does it feel like it's colder,
In your corner of the world.


They're screamin' sanctuary,
They're screamin' at you,
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.


Lock up the wolves,
Don't you let them get away,
Lock up the wolves before you play,
Or it's over.
Lock up the wolves,
Don't you let them get away,
Don't let them get away.


There's no back door to heaven,
Just a front door to hell,
Oh, in this corner of the world.
Now if you turn your back on the children,
You'll feel it getting colder,
Ah, in your corner of the world.


They're screamin' sanctuary,
They're screamin' at you,
Oooh!
Lock up the wolves.
Lock up the wolves.
Lock them up.