Wooden Overcoat Lyrics by John Wesley Harding

Wooden Overcoat Lyrics

    There's a man in a pitch black hat
    And his underwear's 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 he's wearing a wooden overcoat

    He's known in the underworld
    He lives in the undergrowth
    And he's knowingly undersold
    Though he's never been under oath
    His devil's are arrayed in armies
    And his angels will fix the fight
    He'll shape you like origami
    And throw you away at night
    And he's 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 cabinet's full of wonders
    There's specimens everywhere
    He's negative six feet under
    And has to submerge for air
    And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

    Don't ever act too humble
    Don't eat away thy heart
    He's tearing apart each dungeon
    His tail's an evil dart
    And he's wearing a wooden overcoat

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