Smith, Lyle & Moore - Werewolf Lyrics

Some days I am Caesar
Some days I am Christ
Some days St. Theresa
By golly, some days I play nice

And some days I am a mother f*cking werewolf
I am a cannibal that eats himself alive

So if you see me tonight on the floor or the ceiling
It depends how I'm feeling, maybe you'll take me home
and I'll climb your mountains and build a castle around it
But bring your silver bullets just in case

Some days you are Elvis
Some days Joan of Arc
Some times Hallelujah
and some just break your heart

And some days you are a mother f*cking werewolf
You are medusa with napalm in your eyes

And if I see you tonight on the floor or the ceiling
It depends how you're feeling maybe I'll take you home
Maybe we'll slow dance or build a fort on my big bed
But I'm bringing my silver bullets just in case

While I was casting demons out of you
You were casting demons out of me
Now I think it's best we let it be
Because I am a werewolf
and you are a werewolf too

[Thanks to andrewrspam for correcting these lyrics]