Rank these woods
Where lost ispiration
Ain´t that a barrel full of laughs
Wipe you arse of the crumbs on the table
Where they fall hungry on your land
Whatever became of the seed that once grew in your hand
And the darts where you fingers did bleed and the rush to your head

Oh ya won´t no no you won´t make a fool outa me

Worse things break that are made of elastic
And im no puppet on your show
You won´t sing when the singer is songless
Another notch in your fat belt
But green is the heart of your greed
That much I can tell
You may think you´re the captain of me
But im your coffinship from hell

And ya won´t no no no ya won´t, ya won´t make a fool outa me
Won´t no no no ya won´t, ya won´t make a fool outa me

So I´ll drag theese bones across the edge
With the dead I´ll never sleep
Where I´ll haunt ya for a thousabd years
Without breath you´ll never breath
For an emty shell your grave will a lost for ever more

And ya won´t no no no ya won´t, ya won´t make a fool outa

Wipe that hand that fed you for nothing
Get that monkey of your back
Empty lies and bold celebrations thas not the meaning of successs
But green is the harsh of your greed that much I can tell

And ya won´t no no no ya won´t make a fool outa me
I says ya won´t no no no ya won´t make a fool outa me
I says ya won´t no no no ya won´t make a fool outa me