In "God Will Control The Werewolves" by The Flaming Lips, childhood games turn into a pact against real fear. Hide and seek, counting to twenty, and muddy creek beds become survival tactics as dusk falls and the trees blacken. The repeated promise that God will control the werewolves is less a comfort than a permission to keep playing, to keep laughing even when the beast appears far off in the field. The song holds that fragile bravery together, urging a desperate run toward safety before the dark closes in.
God Will Control The Werewolves Lyrics by The Flaming Lips
Go on and play
Go on and run
The time for catching locusts
Has just begun
There are so many crying
Up in the trees
God will control the werewolves
So do as you please
And as the sun goes down
And the trees are black
Run to me
Before they attack
I’ll count to 20
You’ll find a good spot
I’ll come looking for you
Ready or not
Remember it’s muddy
Down by the creek
God will control the werewolves
As we play hide and seek
And as the sun goes down
And the trees are black
Run to me
Before they attack
And if you see the beast
Far away in the field
Try to keep laughing
Or your dreams will get killed
And as the sun goes down
And the trees are black
Run to me
Before they attack
