Woodcutter's Son
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- Sugartown has turned so sour Its people angry in their sleep Theres more small-town paranoia Sweeping down its evil sheets - You can tell its witching hour You can feel the spirits rise When the room goes very quiet And theres hatred in their eyes - You better give me the chance Ill cut you down with a glance Yeh, with my small axe - so help me, And tho Im only one And tho weak Im strong And if it comes to the crunch Then Im the woodcutters son And Im cutting down the wood for the Good of everyone! Theres a silence when I enter And a murmur when I leave I can see their jealous faces I can feel the ice they breathe
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