[Intro] Echoes call, the hour is near, Behind the woodshed, the truth you’ll hear. [Verse 1] Every Sunday, the clock strikes three, Hal’s voice rolls like thunder, fierce and free. Pull up a chair, lean in close, Lessons to learn, dose by dose. [Chorus] Behind the woodshed, no stone unturned, Hal’s words ignite, the airwaves burned. Stand up, listen, it’s time to learn, Behind the woodshed, where truths are earned. [Verse 2] From law to liberty, the spectrum wide, In Hal’s court, no place to hide. A can of whoop-ass, ready to burst, For unspoken truths, an unquenchable thirst. [Chorus] Behind the woodshed, no stone unturned, Hal’s words ignite, the airwaves burned. Stand up, listen, it’s time to learn, Behind the woodshed, where truths are earned. [Outro] So mark the time, when Sunday comes, Behind the woodshed, beating drums. Hal’s voice, a beacon, fierce and bold, In the fight for truth, forever gold. [Chorus] Behind the woodshed, no stone unturned, Hal’s words ignite, the airwaves burned. Stand up, listen, it’s time to learn, Behind the woodshed, where truths are earned. [Verse] Voices gather from near and far, Hal’s truths shining like a northern star. A rallying cry in the digital space, Behind the woodshed, truth’s the ace. [Outro] As the sun sets, the truth still rings, In Hal’s words, freedom sings. Join us next week, heed the call, Behind the woodshed, standing tall.
