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The Gang - Bernard Becomes the Wicker Chair Lyrics

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The Gang - Bernard Becomes the Wicker Chair Lyrics




Soft, woolen furs surround the hands and feet
Manacles for the day
Enter the bowl around which fingers steep - clamouring

For calm cloudy days
Because on cloudy days green paper rains and nobody is poor

It's all daydreams
When will you look up?
See what's real
Dream in the dark
Green you'll feel

Vision is clouded by the clues and claims
The body I owned is now for sale
No longer whole you can buy fingernails, skin and brains

Cut off my head so that I don't need a hat
Don't need a bed and I don't need a flat
Cut off my arms and hand them over to rats
So that they have hands to handle their paper stacks

What, what, what's more terrifying
Fear itself or those who are frightened?
Is it fear of being ignorant or fear of being enlightened?
We've escaped God and we have not yet been smote
Beyond irony we're the punchline to our own joke
Propaganda screams loudest
Yet no-one stops to have a proper gander
Cut off your head
And regrow your thoughts like the salamander
As Bridgette bellows from her lair
Bernard becomes the wicker chair
One eye Ross don't do depth perception
He's at a loss when facing in any direction

Cut off your head
Take that thing off
Cut off your head
Place it softly on the ground
Cut off your head
Let your body do the rest
Cut off your head
And boogie on down

Cut off your head
Cut that thing from your shoulders
Cut off your head
Roll it down the mountain like the heaviest of boulders
Cut off your head
Stop thinking about getting older
Cut off your head
And boogie on down

Cut off your head
Take that thing off
Cut off your head
Place it softly on the ground
Cut off your head
Let your body do the rest
Cut off your head
And boogie on down

Calm cloudy days
Because on cloudy days green paper rains and paper cuts us all

It's all daydreams
When will you look up?
See what's real
Dream in the dark
And green you'll feel

Lick my back it'll get you high
You little swine
I'm gonna turn you into bread
Do be my dough baby you'd taste sublime
I thought of that earlier
The thought was all mine

Finally dear friends
The curtain call came
The boss is defeated
The beast has been slain
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Soft, woolen furs surround the hands and feet
Manacles for the day
Enter the bowl around which fingers steep - clamouring

For calm cloudy days
Because on cloudy days green paper rains and nobody is poor

It's all daydreams
When will you look up?
See what's real
Dream in the dark
Green you'll feel

Vision is clouded by the clues and claims
The body I owned is now for sale
No longer whole you can buy fingernails, skin and brains

Cut off my head so that I don't need a hat
Don't need a bed and I don't need a flat
Cut off my arms and hand them over to rats
So that they have hands to handle their paper stacks

What, what, what's more terrifying
Fear itself or those who are frightened?
Is it fear of being ignorant or fear of being enlightened?
We've escaped God and we have not yet been smote
Beyond irony we're the punchline to our own joke
Propaganda screams loudest
Yet no-one stops to have a proper gander
Cut off your head
And regrow your thoughts like the salamander
As Bridgette bellows from her lair
Bernard becomes the wicker chair
One eye Ross don't do depth perception
He's at a loss when facing in any direction

Cut off your head
Take that thing off
Cut off your head
Place it softly on the ground
Cut off your head
Let your body do the rest
Cut off your head
And boogie on down

Cut off your head
Cut that thing from your shoulders
Cut off your head
Roll it down the mountain like the heaviest of boulders
Cut off your head
Stop thinking about getting older
Cut off your head
And boogie on down

Cut off your head
Take that thing off
Cut off your head
Place it softly on the ground
Cut off your head
Let your body do the rest
Cut off your head
And boogie on down

Calm cloudy days
Because on cloudy days green paper rains and paper cuts us all

It's all daydreams
When will you look up?
See what's real
Dream in the dark
And green you'll feel

Lick my back it'll get you high
You little swine
I'm gonna turn you into bread
Do be my dough baby you'd taste sublime
I thought of that earlier
The thought was all mine

Finally dear friends
The curtain call came
The boss is defeated
The beast has been slain
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Writer: Eric Tormey
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The Gang Bernard Becomes the Wicker Chair Video


Performed By: The Gang
Length: 17:29
Written by: Eric Tormey

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