They say the Axman's coming. In a long, black car. They said the Axman's coming. He plays a mean guitar. . Well, he slipped across the border. With a hatchet in his hand.
He was born in the belly of the country. Over east of Eden, yeah. Confused by the big city blues. He didn't know whose life he's leading, no. Put yourself behind the wheel.
I wanna hear pitter patter. Climb up your ladder now. It's time for you to dream away,. For what a big day you've been through.. You've done all the things that you wanted to do..
The war was over and the spirit was broken. The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew. We stood on the cliffs. Oh, and watched the ships. Slowly sinking to their rendezvous.