[Verse 1: Snarling horror-rock male lead, raspy shouted horror-rock lead, pounding toms] Up the gravel lane past the last mailbox There's a house with no lights and a shed with no locks Earl Pruitt lived there till the winter he died Buried him in red flannel on the north hillside Ten years that place been nothing but weeds Ten years no smoke and no truck and no leaves Then every October when the dark comes down You can hear his saw from the edge of town It starts up rough like a cough in the cold Then it settles in mean and it runs till it's old And at sunup the stack by the shed is higher Split oak, bark up, like he's feeding a fire [Pre-Hook: Snarling horror-rock male lead, chugging guitar, drums tighten] Nobody's there, nobody's there But the chips on the ground and the smell in the air [Hook: Snarling horror-rock male lead, full band, thick bass guitar] The woodpile's growing every single night Dead man's saw and it runs till light Count the logs and the stack got more Woodpile higher than the year before [Verse 2: Snarling horror-rock male lead, raspy shouted horror-rock lead, chugging minor riff] Sheriff says kids, and the preacher says pray And my cousin says sell up and move away But I lived up that lane my whole grown life And I'm sick of the noise and I'm sick of the fright So Halloween night I go up with a light With a pipe in my belt and my jaw shut tight Every step on the gravel and the saw gets loud Every step, it is roaring like a stadium crowd Then I reach the shed door and it stops on a dime Not a chain, not a smoke, not a man, not a sign Just the stack in the beam, and it's taller than me And the top one is fresh as a log can be Then I swung the light round at the trees and the dark Not a footprint, not a cigarette, not a spark [Breakdown: Snarling horror-rock male lead, idle to full rev, guitar idles low and revs three times then catches into the riff] I turn it in my hands and I read the end grain Cut deep with a blade, it's my own first name Same blade, same cut, same bark side high Earl stacking for the winter and the last log's mine And behind me the saw starts up again [Final Hook: Snarling horror-rock male lead, full band, horror-rock raw full voice] The woodpile's growing every single night Dead man's saw and it runs till light Count the logs and the stack got more Woodpile higher than the year before [End]
