The Wooden Man Lyrics

The wooden man

Creases in his face

A hardened tongue with no taste

No prayers left to say

Only traces of god

Caught in crannies that ought

To be dusted out

'Cause they're no use to him now

You'll tap his torso you'll hear an echoing sound

You can speak into his ear and hear your voice come out

The other end

He's been condemned

Suspended

With no intention

Of intervention

To escape his

Limbo state

The wooden man

Creases in his face

A hardened tongue with no taste

No prayers left to say

His lips tightly pursed

His soul had escaped years ago

No use to be open, no use to be hopin'

That he'd ever show

His emotion, he's frozen in his expressionless spot

Don't you pity someone who's so, so stuck?

Come on

Come on

Come on

Ought to give that man a scrub

Ought to varnish his eyes

Carve him a minty smile

And pour some oil in his joints

Maybe then he'll come back to life

Maybe then he'll come back to life

A new man made of flesh

He'll give a warm embrace

His hardened shell has been undressed

You'll see the heart in its place

Maybe it's been there all along

Maybe it's been there all along

After years of cleaning his grime

You'll feel your bones growing stiff

Creaking in your spine

You might start to wish

You spent more time living an upright life

In spite of all of his plight

Before you know it

You're the wooden wife

Can't you see, you're the reason why

He lacks desire

He lacks the fire

And he requires

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