the circle of the old ways Of the wicker man... Wicker man, wicker man From the beacon hill, cast your fire on this land Wicker man, wicker man From
Roman Soldier You've gone too far into the forest of the Druid A black moon looks over Hadrians Wall Hecate frowns on you An elfin fire kindles for you
Like ravens on a scarecrow Too old to beat them off The guilt ferments Familiarity breeds contempt The yoke of faith splatters silent Harvest time
cigarette behind glass. On a sliding slack rack hangs the Calcutta necklace. And the unique stone rubbings I can decorate with giant jacks: With wicker whatnots. With wicker
the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain The shadow of the Wicker
world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain The shadow of the Wicker
(Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo) In your little white wicker chair Unsuspicious nobody cares for you You're so fucked up again You laugh
you must explain. Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker
great nothing, devour me Light it up, burn it down May the gods, accept our sacrifice Flesh to touch, flesh to burn Do not keep the wicker man waiting
Now please allow me to Intorduce you to my boo She has that natural beauty she don't need to rock no jewels. She wears a [?] dress, accents and curves
Sex is underrated, People underpaid and Drugs on the pavement People going crazy people going crazy People people people people people going crazy Ha
She stares at her reflection A picture of perfection Knows no rejection Is on to the next one She'll see, she will crease She will lead you on 'Cause
You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain The shadow of the wicker
Like ravens on a scarecrow Too old to beat them off The guilt ferments Familiarity breeds contempt The yolk of faith splatters silent Harvest time, red
In your little white wicker chair Unsuspicious nobody cares for you You're so fucked up again You laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain And try to tell
am Lord, please You must explain Just hours ago, I was takin' off in my wicker, wicker plane Just hours ago, I was takin' off in my wicker, wicker plane