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Woodcutter's Son

Sugar town yea has turned so sour

It's people angry in their sleep

There's more small town, oh paranoia

Sweepin' down its evil sheets

[Inaudible]Give me the chance

I'll cut you down with a glance

With my small axe, so help me

Though I'm only one and though weak I'm strong

And if it comes to the crunch

Then I'm the woodcutter's sonCutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yeaYou can tell yea, it's witching hour

You can feel the spirits rise

When the room, goes very quiet

Oh and there's hatred in their eyes

(Hatred)Give me the chance

I'll cut you down with a glance

Yeh, with my small axe, so help me

Though I'm only one an' though weak I'm strong

And if it comes to the crunch

Then I'm the woodcutter's sonCutting down the wood for the good of everyone

Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yeaThere's a silence when I enter

And a murmur, oh when I leave

You can see their jealous faces

Oh I can feel yea, the ice they breathe

(Ice they breathe)Give me the chance

I'll cut you down with a glance

Yeh, with my small axe, so help me

Though I'm only one and though weak I'm strong

And if it comes to the crunch

Then I'm the woodcutter's sonCutting down the wood for the good of everyone

(So)

Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone

(Yea)

Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone

Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone

Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone

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