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John Wesley Harding - Wooden Overcoat Lyrics

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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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