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 son Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yea You 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 son Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yea There'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 son Cutting 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 © STYLIST MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com