I Hear the Ax Swinging Songtext
von Ghost of Vroom

See that bridge on the ramp′s your man
You're gonna roll that boat and your thought′s analytic
Aw, and the lamb's your plan
You go to Red Stick and I'll call your bluff
Don′t you wait, it won′t be for sure
I'm a Cadillac, you aimless DeSoto
Deep, deep on the pillow, sleep
You′re in a blue state, don't scratch the rough

Oh! You shot your man
And he dropped, you ran
And you beat it with a water gun

I hear, hear the ax swinging
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man
I hear, hear the ax swinging
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man


Canine appetite, roam the line
In the mini-mart, don′t scrape the rind off
Round up, bound out the van
Like a snowman throwing away the trope
Brеak the shackles of the teenagе scene
Let's reach the beach, like the Fixx and Schilling
Slim like Roger Grimsby
Yes, be free like Rita Dove

Oh! You missed your plane
But you must remain
Eating bones and a bridal veil

I hear, hear the ax swinging
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man
I hear, hear the ax swinging
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man

How can I do it? I can′t not
Rama V, Rama IX, El Hacedor and Ragnarok
Stat-juker, over eight miles of books
Better Waverly, the wave you took
I bought a pair of pliers at the Jot 'Em Down
Roundabout (Yes) and I skid into the turnaround
What you want to do? What you want to do?


I hear, hear the ax swinging (Oh!)
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man
I hear, hear the ax swinging
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man
I hear, hear the ax swinging (Oh!)
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man
I hear, hear the ax swinging (Oh!)
I hear, hear the ax swinging, man