Lyrics What Would a Wookie Do? - Clutch

What Would a Wookie Do?

Two oaken doors
Open to floors
Imported marble
Victorian drawers
They go betweens
Bucolic scenes
Machiavellian
And all the lesser name schemes
Greyhounds and rabbits
Go round and round
But everybody scatters
When the Hindenburg goes down
Robber-Baroness-es
Carpet-baggers-ese
But honestly speaking
Now we all got the same disease
I’m afraid the party’s canceled
The servants never showed
And on the wall was penciled
A most foreboding note
Force getting ready
Man, begat too much
All the world will suffer
The Wookie’s wicked clutch
The theocrats
With cricket bats
Hezbo-lot of love to give ya
Never take it back
A graver danger
You bouncing ravers
Madula-oblingata go
I’ll see you all later
Hephaestus dragging
One leg behind
And when the trap is sprung
The warrior loses his mind
Assassins tripping
High on hashish
But honestly speaking
Now we all need the same relief
One day or another, kid
Our world will be gone
One day or another, kid
Our death will be done
One day or another, kid
Our world will be gone
One day
General quarters
You have your orders
Invisible free-masonry
Incoming mortars
The flyers landing
And are demanding
Keep on firing
Until the last man standing
Stock cars and habits
Go round and round
But everybody scatters
When the stock market goes down
Robber-Baronesses
Carpet-baggers-ese
But honestly speaking
Now we all got the same disease
I’m afraid the hunt’s been canceled
The game never showed
And on the tree was penciled
A most foreboding note
Force getting ready
Man, begat too much
All the world will suffer
The Wookie’s wicked clutch