Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woodcutter's Son, artist - Paul Weller. Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
Woodcutter's Son |
| Sugartown has turned so sour |
| Its people angry in their sleep |
| There’s more small-town paranoia |
| Sweeping down its evil sheets |
| You better give me the chance |
| I’ll cut you down with a glance |
| Yeh, with my small axe — so help me |
| And tho' I’m only one |
| And tho' weak I’m strong |
| And if it comes to the crunch |
| Then I’m the woodcutter’s son |
| And I’m cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! |
| You can tell it’s witching hour |
| You can feel the spirits rise |
| When the room goes very quiet |
| And there’s hatred in your eyes |
| You better give me the chance |
| I’ll cut you down with a glance |
| Yeh, with my small axe — so help me |
| And tho' I’m only one |
| And tho' weak I’m strong |
| And if it comes to the crunch |
| Then I’m the woodcutter’s son |
| And I’m cutting down the wood for the good of everyone! |
| There’s a silence when I enter |
| And a murmur when I leave |
| I can see their jealous faces |
| I can feel the ice they breathe |
| You better give me the chance |
| I’ll cut you down with a glance |
| Yeh, with my small axe — so help me |
| And tho' I’m only one |
| And tho' weak I’m strong |
| And if it comes to the crunch |
| Then I’m the woodcutter’s son |