Wooden Overcoat — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

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