The Wolfgang Press

The Wolfgang Press - Sweatbox lyrics

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[Breath breath] 

I'm not going to take it lying down 
I'm not going to face my head in the ground anymore 

I said see me in the fall 
See see see see see me walk 
Here comes the strawman 
Here comes the bad man 
Here comes a good man 
Here comes a cccccc 

It's godhead godhead 
Here comes the strawman 
It's godhead, it's godhead 
I'm in a sweatbox 
Here comes the sweatbox 
I'm in a sweatbox 
I've been away 
Tell me why I feel this way 
And tell me why I have no faith 

Shove it in the ceiling 
And post when the wife's away 
Shove it in the ceiling 
And I'll send it to the wife today 
I'll send... 

I won't take it lying down 
I won't face it since you ran away away 

Sweet sweet sweet 
Shake it down to the ground 
Shake it down down down 
I am the mad man, I am the strawman 
I could be evil, I could be wild as sin 
I could be your saint 
I put a spell on you 
I put a spell on you 
Ooh I could be ah 

Yeah shake! 

Oh shake up down inside in 
I put a spell on you 
And tell me why I feel this way 
And tell me why I sing this way 
This way I put a spell on you 
I am in a sweatbox 
I put a spell on you 

Oh you strange fruit from the trees 
Strange dreams 
I am the strawman 
I am the bad man, I am the good man 
So shake, so shake shake shake... 

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Language: English

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