World's Greatest Concertos Lyrics

I know what she said
And the witch heard what she said to
"Hold the f*cking waters
And freeze the burning waters

But don't dry your clothes

The woodcutter is dead
And his girls cut instead
His ghost is seen in trees
And he put his love in tarry knees

Born between walls

Don't hold my body in pitch
My body is BORN ALL DAY LONG
Bastards born in pitch lost,
lost, through allocations

Correcting the king
The trees their limbs in the wind they swing
What portents do they bring
Hobos and songs they sing,

"We Eat Stones!"

Encapsulate the body
And emasculate the body
And hold the burning waters
The tubs of burning waters

Holiday!

The trees are bones and
Dipped in wax and burning cones And call a celebration
The master's burnt in his burning station:

WE ARE THE STOVES!

The maid,
the fox,
the children,
the locks

And the same wretched song
Everybody sings
The woodcutter is heard to sing;
bodies born to ding
So hold my body and ding my body and

I heard what she said and
I know what she said

"I said it,
I said it,
I said it,
I said it,"

I heard what she said and
I know what she said

"I said it,
I said it,
I said it,
I said it,"

Baby's got a cold,
And the crying's getting old
The same wretched song
Clean up the bamboo
And save the world too
The same wretched song
The Same wretched song
Oh the same wretched song

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