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The Woods - Operator
Bad man dead in blazing fire
Rotten heart held in his hand
Ashen fingers clutchin’ tight
Embers in his blackened eyes
Now I don’t know
Where I’ll go
Devil’s Hound or Holy Ghost
Slice of bread or sacred host
Golden chalice raised to toast
Oh Oh
I’m the howlin wind
Calling now, you listening?
Sane man with the crazy words
I’m that bastard’s grin
Mighty man who wages war
Upon the grave of buried souls
Silver toungue slides over all
And lies until it’s sold
Fights with words
Likes the dirt
Rolls his sleaves
And lets you work
Rides in after battle’s done
Just to salt the earth
Oh Oh
I’m the howling wind
Broken hearted home
Down and out when I returned
My family, I’m disowned
Operator Operator
Call upon the stars
Name them for our sons and daughters
So when we never speak again
They can still be ours
