Lyrics

Benches

My saw, half teeth
so sharp I see
is he to be
hanging with the hammer
My bench be marked
I turned a screw
into my hand
mistakes do happen

A note on a nail
of things to do but...
I like the sound of army helicopters
pounding at the sky.

My pliers grip
but slip do I
into the mist
to slay another dragon
O dust and dust!
a brush, I say,
is a must ?cause
the broom has shoes-in the closet

[Bridge/Chorus]

The sun?s so hot I thought
I?d sell some lemonade...

This bench is brave
a horse of course
for Jesse James
and the pigeons count the loot
This bench is nice
though no-one came
to play today
I?ll stay a little longer

[Bridge/Chorus]

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