August Liquor

The Woodsmen

Compositor: The Woodsmen

the chains on the gate and the grass' all yellow
early breakfast makes it hard on a fellow
all stacked up and its ready to go
but the things that i want i cant want anymore

you are the lynchpin of destiny- dont vex me
mmm, i wanta know i can feel it- so do it with gumption
extry-sensitive underwater marriage
silk coach in a first-class carriage
at the eastern stairs and ive swept them
i cant take the pilows since you left them

they have gone under the roof-tree now
deep in the fields of the southern wilds

theyve gone into the high grass, and the underwood
shes a real kung-fu apricot probably shouldnt

i shall never let it go- number that i dont even know
i shall never let it go- number that i dont even know

youre bored but i wanna be rascal
shes bored but i wanna be rascal

youre bored but i wanna be rascal
shes bored but i wanna be rascal

they have gone under the roof-tree now
deep in the fields of the southern wilds

theyve gone into the high grass, and the underwood...