I have become that worn man with the leathern skin It feels like there's a barbed pin needle shootin rapids through my bloodstream And I can see my veins throbbin opaque through my bird-neck skin But I would retake back all them years if Wulf would repay my kindness with Wulf's teeth
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath If I could wear that old Wulf's teeth
And I would take my Grandson down to town and we'd look on all them girls lined up on them splintered branches I'd flash my pumpkin-toothed grin and I would get me three of them Then I would give one to Petr who has yet to cut his teeth He'd have to gum them but for me with Wulf's teeth
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath If I could wear that old Wulf's teeth
Now Petr put me upstairs and I'm locked inside this trap There's only left that six inches where I see his shadow going forward and back He slides my dinner neath them six inches and mashed it in one my traps for me He'll quit me of this family, and there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath If I could wear that old Wulf's teeth
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