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Sugar town 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
Yeah, 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
Yeah, 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
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Track duration: 03:48
"Woodcutters Son [8 Track Demo]" as written by Paul John Weller
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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