Wood Jackson

Intro - repeat / (x12010) Jackson made twenty tapes in a day To give away          a-give away                               And he’d play The tunes they’d call creative when they’re running out of names Heaven knows he’s really torn it now But the names it hurt poor Jackson stopped the haters in his way Heaven knows he’s for it Sha-ame hey hey He was never quite unsure but really sane Wants to play / Jackson stole twenty souls in a day To take away       a-take away       He takes away      And no complaints    Heart’s upon his sleeve and his blade      Wood Jackson took the beating everyday given out passed away Another way          hey hey      Just wants to play    And how he’d play The mob they bleed and tremble when they’re running after life Heaven knows he’s really torn it now The words that killed Wood Jackson’s friends were written on the wall    Heaven knows he’s for it Shame Just wants to play It’s a shame      Shame It’s a shame Wants to play   It’s a shame It’s a shame Just wants to play