Run & race, go everywhere

Keep the pace, enough to share

When love is in the air

Knobby knees & dry dull hair

My God please it just ain’t fair

Hang on, we’re nearly there

Don’t you move to Wooden Town

Don’t let it get to you

I will hold you down

Open doors in shutgun house

The bullets fly right through

I will hold you down

Empty faces everywhere

Old & aged, strapped into a chair

Watch the road, we’re nearly there

Don’t you move to Wooden Town

Don’t let it get to you

I will hold you down

Open doors in shutgun house

The bullets fly right through

I will hold you down

Run & race, go everywhere

Keep the pace, there’s love to share

When change is in the air

Aching joints, a questionnaire

Like I said it just ain’t fair

Some get more than just their share

Don’t you move to Wooden Town

Don’t let it get to you

I will hold you down

Open doors in shutgun house

The bullets fly right through

I will hold you down

Please don’t move to Wooden Town

Or it will get to you

I will hold you down

Close the doors in shutgun house

The bullets fly right through

To hit you