Woodwork
I feel like
A worm of
Disrepute
Crawling through
Thick redwood
Shovelling
With my tongue
With my words
Thank god for
All this godforsaken woodwork
With its ins and outs and notches
And its flagrant debauches
Running through the ashen oak
It's in your hearts and helicopters
Thank god for it all, and don't stop there
Placard for it all, it won't stop them
Snack hard through the wall!
No matter
What else they do
Or have done
No matter
What else they have
Still to come
They bored one hole in the woodwork
Good work
It all crumbles down to someone
Abuse of a lesser unknown
Moist ooze of the blistering loam
Reduce to close!
The refuse
Of your artistic home
Leaving bones
On the throne
But if I
Can swallow
Wood varnish
Then I can
Swallow bone
Swallow mould
Swallow whole
Fields of dead flesh!
Wonder where this heart leads
We're all lost inside leaves
Battle ground of liars
Lightning rods and forest fires
You come in to bite for ours
In the cycle of work
Inner circle of years
I'm a weevil of love
In the chambers of
Balsa and Eiffel towers
Sea change flooding the bowers
Or is it?
It seems so
But I don't
Know what it means
With one man
Or two men
Or three out on their ears
Scrabbling for a scrap of matter
Wish I was better
And all this godforsaken woodwork
Just keeps standing strong
No matter what we do or have done
I pray to you it won't last long
I'm playing to you, it won't last long
I've paid to subway for a footlong
I'll pomade my face!
Will we ever be pleased
Til there are only worms
Like you and me
And no more trees
I feel like
That's really
Entirely
All we need
A worm of
Disrepute
Crawling through
Thick redwood
Shovelling
With my tongue
With my words
Thank god for
All this godforsaken woodwork
With its ins and outs and notches
And its flagrant debauches
Running through the ashen oak
It's in your hearts and helicopters
Thank god for it all, and don't stop there
Placard for it all, it won't stop them
Snack hard through the wall!
No matter
What else they do
Or have done
No matter
What else they have
Still to come
They bored one hole in the woodwork
Good work
It all crumbles down to someone
Abuse of a lesser unknown
Moist ooze of the blistering loam
Reduce to close!
The refuse
Of your artistic home
Leaving bones
On the throne
But if I
Can swallow
Wood varnish
Then I can
Swallow bone
Swallow mould
Swallow whole
Fields of dead flesh!
Wonder where this heart leads
We're all lost inside leaves
Battle ground of liars
Lightning rods and forest fires
You come in to bite for ours
In the cycle of work
Inner circle of years
I'm a weevil of love
In the chambers of
Balsa and Eiffel towers
Sea change flooding the bowers
Or is it?
It seems so
But I don't
Know what it means
With one man
Or two men
Or three out on their ears
Scrabbling for a scrap of matter
Wish I was better
And all this godforsaken woodwork
Just keeps standing strong
No matter what we do or have done
I pray to you it won't last long
I'm playing to you, it won't last long
I've paid to subway for a footlong
I'll pomade my face!
Will we ever be pleased
Til there are only worms
Like you and me
And no more trees
I feel like
That's really
Entirely
All we need
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Fayle
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