WOODCUTTER'S SON
Sugartown has turned so sour
its people angry in their sleep
There's more small-town paranoia
Sweeping down its evil sheets -
You can tell it's witching hour
You can feel the spirits rise
When the room goes very quiet
And there's hatred in their eyes -
You better give me the chance
I'll cut you down with a glance
Yeh, with my small axe - so help me,
And tho' I'm only one
And tho' weak I'm strong
And if it comes to the crunch
Then I'm the woodcutter's son
And I'm cutting down the wood for the
good of everyone!
There's a silence when I enter
And a murmur when I leave
I can see their jealous faces
I can feel the ice they breathe
its people angry in their sleep
There's more small-town paranoia
Sweeping down its evil sheets -
You can tell it's witching hour
You can feel the spirits rise
When the room goes very quiet
And there's hatred in their eyes -
You better give me the chance
I'll cut you down with a glance
Yeh, with my small axe - so help me,
And tho' I'm only one
And tho' weak I'm strong
And if it comes to the crunch
Then I'm the woodcutter's son
And I'm cutting down the wood for the
good of everyone!
There's a silence when I enter
And a murmur when I leave
I can see their jealous faces
I can feel the ice they breathe
Losowe piosenki:
Scarborough Fair
Allure Feat.112
Quien Fuera
Teach Me to Kill
Breathe
So Far From The Truth
Burnt With Water
All Alone (No One to Be With)
The Sprinkler