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I was made of rotten wood
And there were plenty things I never understood
'Till the Angel came and asked me if I would
Like to take a little stroll around the neighborhood

She embraced my wooden heart
She was the first to see me for the sum of all the parts
We took a step and started dancing all around the yard
Just a'howling at the moon and counting all the stars

But over time the Angel came to grant me all of my wishes
And I could never trust another soul to be on her mind
And when my nose grows I get paranoid and suspicious
It wasn't long until she brought me to the end of the line

Well I woke up and looked around
Well it had been a couple days and I was feeling down
I bought a pocket full of dreams and the weighed me down
With their charms
And she danced around in my arm as she sang she sang,

'Let me take you on a ride,
We could agree to be each others alibis
For the wild days, and the wild nights
We can burn like candles on a winter night

Stray, like a bullet, I was lost in a dangerous city
[TAKE THE MONEY / TAKE THE MONEY]
Heavy heavy hands held high just to have her around
[AIN'T IT FUNNY / AIN'T IT FUNNY]
Brain's like a paperweight, what a waste of space, such a pity
[PAINT 'N HONEY / TAINTED HONEY]
It won't be long until she puts me to the end of the line

[Musical interlude]

Snoring loudly fate has found me in my weakest moment,
And in my place I've given chase to the bait of my opponent,
Snoring louder never prouder it's my great escape, and
Every time I take to the sky I always bring my cape,

And as I climb - into - the cannon on the roof
I try to aim it right at the ground but my
Aim - isn't true - and I feel a bit confused so now I'm
Heading right up to the moon
And the light - from the fuse - is caught between my tooth and all the
Critters crawl out of my mouth, leading me right out of town
To the end - leading me to the end of the line

Until the spring that was sprung on the spot,
The twig that toppled the pot,
The king was humbled and brought down to his knees

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from Dress for Nasty Weather [2014], released December 20, 2013

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