Текст (слова) песни: Paul Weller - 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
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