Get an Axe Songtext
Let's go get an axe and lets chop down the nearest tree we see.
That one over there it's roots grow deep,
and who knows where they've been.

If you don't have axes well I guess the words will have to do,
these sharpened letters, will run you through.

Liquored up on fury, we'll do it all again,
can you tell me it's the same.
Chorus
There's a time for talk, a time for axes, my dear.
So before the blades get all the facts in, my dear.
It's easier to make the cut, than thread needles to stitch it back up.

Let's go get a fork and lets pitch into everything unsaid.
Every phrase unspoken crawling down and hiding in our heads.
Take it to the mob and give it to their torches and their fire,
where there's no room for denial.

Liquored up on fury, we'll do it all again,
can you tell me it's the same.

So hold your tongue but hold your banners higher.