I've been standing on the edge of highway 71
I've been howling at the moon like a son of a bitch
All night long
I've got a loaded gun jammed in the back of my pants
There's a pretty good chance that I
Won't be coming home
I'm the wildabeast
You better not mess with me
I'm the wildabeast
You better not mess with me
I've been spending most of my life in the back of this van
I've got a host of ghosts that won't seem
To leave me alone
This life on the road has been nothing but fun
I got nothing to lose and that's what keeps me
Moving on
I'm the wildabeast
You better not mess with me
I'm the wildabeast
You better not mess with me