CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Chop Chop (Cont.)
Headhaunter:
Axe heads glisten in the twilight
Chop the guards down
Whittle them all down to nothing
See, the wood chips blot the stars out
I cough up a dark cloud
Heart burns with forest fires
Animals howl at the scene, as our kingdom is surely fortified
I'm followed around by organ grinders
With some somber songs as evergreens
Are drained of all their color
As they fall and fall to frenzied swings
From this death machine
That's hacking at the tangled roots
No conscience barks at me
(?) sequoias to break in two, ooh
Chorus:
I just chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a living
Under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes
I just chop and chop
Non stop won't halt or take a minute
In the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions
I still chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a killing
Chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling
Of being over enc*mbered and not in control
Work the rest of my days but I wanna go home
Axe heads glisten in the twilight
Chop the guards down
Whittle them all down to nothing
See, the wood chips blot the stars out
I cough up a dark cloud
Heart burns with forest fires
Animals howl at the scene, as our kingdom is surely fortified
I'm followed around by organ grinders
With some somber songs as evergreens
Are drained of all their color
As they fall and fall to frenzied swings
From this death machine
That's hacking at the tangled roots
No conscience barks at me
(?) sequoias to break in two, ooh
Chorus:
I just chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a living
Under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes
I just chop and chop
Non stop won't halt or take a minute
In the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions
I still chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a killing
Chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling
Of being over enc*mbered and not in control
Work the rest of my days but I wanna go home
