Who's Afraid of the Howlin' Wolf? (Eatontown)

Who treats love like a vacancy To be filled at the earliest opportunity Who needs someone to meet each day Who keeps pushing who away Who runs in to the nearest bed Via highway or plane And whose pink skin turns the rawest red After one hour of who's own name Whose gold ring is too tight a fit Who expects who to pay for it Who makes promises? Who's untrue Who keeps secrets away from who Who needs the last word in every fight Who here is happy and who here is right Who's got an answer for every charge Who keeps taking a step too far Who here speaks of some divine grace The second that someone else's embrace Dissolves to sweat on the poor soul's arm Who can get out of this unharmed Who's got a mouth full of ash and grime Who thinks who's been a waste of time Who doesn't get what they expect Who thinks the future is worse than death Who's afraid of the Howlin' Wolf I am