The Woodsman
I can't accept this
What kind of person let's their guard down
Just as the axe will fall
I got this strange call from Missouri
Can you hear me
I got this number from a center in my hometown
I found your cool
It was seated on a stool at Cozy Moe's
Oh, oh, oh - I lost my head in the neck of your bed
Should the woodsman be lurking
Tell him that the new look is working - oh
Now give me my blood and feeling
Take away the floor and the ceiling
I want to know
Is the decision-maker home
When America's done
I'll need some testimony
From you
Spread the wheat paste on
Til the barricade's gone
I'll need some
(break)
No one to blame
Feeling the same
Feelings as I had in junior high
How I wanted to crawl out of my skin
Not knowing I would begin again
Butterfly
Where do you go
How will you know
That it's just around the bend
Acapella a la mode
I suppose was my home
Now I'm opening up inside
She's takin' me for a ride
But I like her style
And we wonder while wandering
Will the decision make it home
Down from divination
I'll need some testimony then
Can we clear the phones
And all the awkwardness on
And on and on and on
I don't know
I don't know
Is what I'm calling out
I don't know
I don't know
Should the woodsman be lurking
The new look is working
Should the woodsman be lurking
The new look is working
Should the woodsman be lurking
The new look is working
What kind of person let's their guard down
Just as the axe will fall
I got this strange call from Missouri
Can you hear me
I got this number from a center in my hometown
I found your cool
It was seated on a stool at Cozy Moe's
Oh, oh, oh - I lost my head in the neck of your bed
Should the woodsman be lurking
Tell him that the new look is working - oh
Now give me my blood and feeling
Take away the floor and the ceiling
I want to know
Is the decision-maker home
When America's done
I'll need some testimony
From you
Spread the wheat paste on
Til the barricade's gone
I'll need some
(break)
No one to blame
Feeling the same
Feelings as I had in junior high
How I wanted to crawl out of my skin
Not knowing I would begin again
Butterfly
Where do you go
How will you know
That it's just around the bend
Acapella a la mode
I suppose was my home
Now I'm opening up inside
She's takin' me for a ride
But I like her style
And we wonder while wandering
Will the decision make it home
Down from divination
I'll need some testimony then
Can we clear the phones
And all the awkwardness on
And on and on and on
I don't know
I don't know
Is what I'm calling out
I don't know
I don't know
Should the woodsman be lurking
The new look is working
Should the woodsman be lurking
The new look is working
Should the woodsman be lurking
The new look is working
Credits
Writer(s): Karl Blau
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