Sugar town yea has turned so sour   It's people angry in their sleep   There's more small town, oh paranoia   Sweepin' down its evil sheets   [Inaudible]      Give me the chance   I'll cut you down with a glance   With my small axe, so help me   Though I'm only one and though weak I'm strong   And if it comes to the crunch   Then I'm the woodcutter's son      Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yea      You can tell yea, it's witching hour   You can feel the spirits rise   When the room, goes very quiet   Oh and there's hatred in their eyes   (Hatred)      Give me the chance   I'll cut you down with a glance   Yeh, with my small axe, so help me   Though I'm only one an' though weak I'm strong   And if it comes to the crunch   Then I'm the woodcutter's son      Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone   Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yea      There's a silence when I enter   And a murmur, oh when I leave   You can see their jealous faces   Oh I can feel yea, the ice they breathe   (Ice they breathe)      Give me the chance   I'll cut you down with a glance   Yeh, with my small axe, so help me   Though I'm only one and though weak I'm strong   And if it comes to the crunch   Then I'm the woodcutter's son      Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone   (So)   Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone   (Yea)   Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone   Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone   Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone