I don’t believe anymore Raised by wolves Stronger than fear Running wild We were raised by wolves If I open my eyes You disappear Face down on a broken street There’s a man in the corner

Heaven must love God's problem child I did the best I could do Or the best I could tell The higher I flew, the farther I fell Born in the mud, Raised in the wild Washed in the blood, God's Problem Child

Cold black water She's southern comfort She's sweet magnolia sugarcane Yeah she's every jet trail sky There's wild horses in her eyes And her heart's a load you'd love to try and take She could've been born and raised in a Kentucky bluegrass town East