Music Lyrics Wooden Overcoat by John Wesley Harding
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Theres a man in a pitch black hat And his underwears made of mud He jumps like a pouncing cat And he lands with a sickening thud His head is surrounded by ravens The plague has progressed to his heart Best that you meet him clean shaven Cos his razor is not kept sharp And hes wearing a wooden overcoat Hes known in the underworld He lives in the undergrowth And hes knowingly undersold Though hes never been under oath His devils are arrayed in armies And his angels will fix the fight Hell shape you like origami And throw you away at night And hes wearing a wooden overcoat His house is a damp museum And all of his servants worms Mating in mausoleums Licking the floor for germs And his cabinets full of wonders Theres specimens everywhere Hes negative six feet under And has to submerge for air And hes wearing a wooden overcoat Dont ever act too humble Dont eat away thy heart Hes tearing apart each dungeon His tails an evil dart And hes wearing a wooden overcoat |
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