Sangtekst: The Cult. Wild Child.

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face

Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother or your father's child
You're our child, screamin' wild

An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night

With hunger at her heels and freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees, pirate prince at her side
Staring into the hollow idol's eye

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face, your cool face, your cool face

You remember when we were in Africa?