Paroles de Iron Worker
I went to an ancient to askIf she knew the way back home
Because, boy, she knows
She just laughs as she throws you a bone
And then points back home
I went to a forester to ask where they harvest souls
But he was puzzled though
He just looked to the leaves
And the rocks down beneath and moaned
I asked an iron worker
"Should I stick to kindness our Foucault?"
He said "You should know
It's not Foucault and when you go wandering you should know."
But he was puzzled though
He just looked to the leaves
And the rocks down beneath and moaned
I asked an iron worker
"Should I stick to kindness our Foucault?"
He said "You should know
It's not Foucault and when you go wandering you should know."
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