This is one that always amuses me a little. It's from Full Moon by the fabulous Sonata Arctica. Full Moon is about a werewolf and what a bummer it is for his/it's girlfriend.
In the mist of the morning he cannot fight anymore
Hundred moons or more, he's been howling
Knock on the door, and scream that is soon ending
Mess on the floor... again...
She should not block the open door
(run away, run away, run away)
Fullmoon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore
She sees the change in him but can't
(run away, run away, run away)
See what became out of her man.
I just love the agonised way that Tony sings the words "Mess on the floor... again..." It's is a truly great piece of rock despite the hinky lyrics.