Phish - Wilson lyrics
[Phish - Wilson lyrics]
The two rode on in silence
Deeper and deeper into the heart
Of the forest until they
Came to the outskirts of a
Small community tela explained
To Forbin that they had reached
The base of the revolutionaries
The colonel looked up and there in the center
Of the clearing stood Errand Wolfe he
Was a small man but
His presence was overpowering he seemed
To emit a kind of
Violent energy that sent chills down the
Colonel's spine and as the
Multi-beast moved towards him, he raised
His fist in anger
And his voice filled the forest
Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of PRussia
I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
Talk my duke a mountain
Helping Friendly Book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of PRussia
I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same
When we had that meeting, over down near Game
(hendge)
Wilson, King of PRussia
I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin' that
You're the worst one i must inquire, Wilson
Can you still have fun? Wilson
Can you still have fun? Wilson
Can you still have fun? Wilson
Deeper and deeper into the heart
Of the forest until they
Came to the outskirts of a
Small community tela explained
To Forbin that they had reached
The base of the revolutionaries
The colonel looked up and there in the center
Of the clearing stood Errand Wolfe he
Was a small man but
His presence was overpowering he seemed
To emit a kind of
Violent energy that sent chills down the
Colonel's spine and as the
Multi-beast moved towards him, he raised
His fist in anger
And his voice filled the forest
Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of PRussia
I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
Talk my duke a mountain
Helping Friendly Book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of PRussia
I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same
When we had that meeting, over down near Game
(hendge)
Wilson, King of PRussia
I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you
You got me back thinkin' that
You're the worst one i must inquire, Wilson
Can you still have fun? Wilson
Can you still have fun? Wilson
Can you still have fun? Wilson