somewhat incorrect will wood lyrics
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these exist in his discography somewhere! just... not in that order, surely.
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some lyrics and songs have been omitted, but easily 85% of will wood's current discography is in this bot
some lyrics and songs have been omitted, but easily 85% of will wood's current discography is in this bot
I’m cut from a different kind of meat
For my savory-sweet release of death
Oh, woah wo-o-o-oah, nobody chose it
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest
For my savory-sweet release of death
Oh, woah wo-o-o-oah, nobody chose it
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest
December 5, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I’m cut from a different kind of meat
For my savory-sweet release of death
Oh, woah wo-o-o-oah, nobody chose it
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest
For my savory-sweet release of death
Oh, woah wo-o-o-oah, nobody chose it
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest
She’s got the touch of an anesthesiologist
Do what I say
Don't say what I do
So when all my friends forget my name
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
Do what I say
Don't say what I do
So when all my friends forget my name
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
December 4, 2025 at 11:37 PM
She’s got the touch of an anesthesiologist
Do what I say
Don't say what I do
So when all my friends forget my name
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
Do what I say
Don't say what I do
So when all my friends forget my name
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
I’ll never know, I’ll never know, I’ll never know
'Til it ceases to beat, please be mine
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirits of the air
'Til it ceases to beat, please be mine
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirits of the air
December 4, 2025 at 8:35 PM
I’ll never know, I’ll never know, I’ll never know
'Til it ceases to beat, please be mine
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirits of the air
'Til it ceases to beat, please be mine
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirits of the air
If you don't hate me, then reanimate me
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
December 4, 2025 at 5:35 PM
If you don't hate me, then reanimate me
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
It doesn’t take a killer to murder
They echo through the frame and six feet down
And marriage always scared me, but I'd like to have a last love
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually
They echo through the frame and six feet down
And marriage always scared me, but I'd like to have a last love
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually
December 4, 2025 at 2:35 PM
It doesn’t take a killer to murder
They echo through the frame and six feet down
And marriage always scared me, but I'd like to have a last love
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually
They echo through the frame and six feet down
And marriage always scared me, but I'd like to have a last love
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually
One day you'll sleep and you'll never wake again
It's started to feel like my place
So whether it's cancer, murder, or suicide
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
It's started to feel like my place
So whether it's cancer, murder, or suicide
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
December 4, 2025 at 11:35 AM
One day you'll sleep and you'll never wake again
It's started to feel like my place
So whether it's cancer, murder, or suicide
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
It's started to feel like my place
So whether it's cancer, murder, or suicide
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
The larger they are
I'm not the type to step on ants
Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality
I'm not the type to step on ants
Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality
December 4, 2025 at 8:35 AM
The larger they are
I'm not the type to step on ants
Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality
I'm not the type to step on ants
Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality
All identities are equally invalid
Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse
And I've heard it all before, no this isn't a first, ah!
And this isn’t my first anything
Good things happen to me
Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse
And I've heard it all before, no this isn't a first, ah!
And this isn’t my first anything
Good things happen to me
December 4, 2025 at 5:35 AM
All identities are equally invalid
Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse
And I've heard it all before, no this isn't a first, ah!
And this isn’t my first anything
Good things happen to me
Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse
And I've heard it all before, no this isn't a first, ah!
And this isn’t my first anything
Good things happen to me
I don’t remember, well, I forgot myself
I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress
I promise I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
This isn’t my first kiss
Let's go and make more enemies
I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress
I promise I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
This isn’t my first kiss
Let's go and make more enemies
December 4, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I don’t remember, well, I forgot myself
I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress
I promise I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
This isn’t my first kiss
Let's go and make more enemies
I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress
I promise I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
This isn’t my first kiss
Let's go and make more enemies
Don't take the following words as reverence for tradition
Coital machinations of the dead
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
And I'm gonna be
Coital machinations of the dead
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
And I'm gonna be
December 3, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Don't take the following words as reverence for tradition
Coital machinations of the dead
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
And I'm gonna be
Coital machinations of the dead
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
And I'm gonna be
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
December 3, 2025 at 8:35 PM
But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
I know you don't want kids, but think about a daughter
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
For your self-portraits, sign another name
They must want to be friends
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
For your self-portraits, sign another name
They must want to be friends
December 3, 2025 at 5:35 PM
I know you don't want kids, but think about a daughter
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
For your self-portraits, sign another name
They must want to be friends
I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you
For your self-portraits, sign another name
They must want to be friends
To cut down on my silhouette
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
When they stripped away the grace
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
When they stripped away the grace
December 3, 2025 at 2:35 PM
To cut down on my silhouette
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
When they stripped away the grace
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
When they stripped away the grace
But you'll be at peace before you sleep if you just keep this in mind:
Turn our backs, who's counting pace?
One day at a time,
Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself
Turn our backs, who's counting pace?
One day at a time,
Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself
December 3, 2025 at 11:35 AM
But you'll be at peace before you sleep if you just keep this in mind:
Turn our backs, who's counting pace?
One day at a time,
Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself
Turn our backs, who's counting pace?
One day at a time,
Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself
Rolling my third eye into the back
Of my head and squinting through the black
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap
Of my head and squinting through the black
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap
December 3, 2025 at 8:35 AM
Rolling my third eye into the back
Of my head and squinting through the black
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap
Of my head and squinting through the black
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
Prints of your fingers in the Rorschach jigsaw, say you saw a treasure map
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap
Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the doors
It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry, and I’m giving it time
I’m nowhere now, here’s no one now to be
It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry, and I’m giving it time
I’m nowhere now, here’s no one now to be
December 3, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the doors
It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry, and I’m giving it time
I’m nowhere now, here’s no one now to be
It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry, and I’m giving it time
I’m nowhere now, here’s no one now to be
They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Till then, I’ll dream of the day my odds and ends fit
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Till then, I’ll dream of the day my odds and ends fit
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
December 3, 2025 at 2:35 AM
They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Till then, I’ll dream of the day my odds and ends fit
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Till then, I’ll dream of the day my odds and ends fit
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
Wretch and pule this panoramic
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong
So, my God, what’s wrong with me?
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong
So, my God, what’s wrong with me?
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
December 2, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Wretch and pule this panoramic
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong
So, my God, what’s wrong with me?
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong
So, my God, what’s wrong with me?
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
Twist my umbrella 'til it's inside out
They echo through the frame and six feet down
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
They echo through the frame and six feet down
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
December 2, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Twist my umbrella 'til it's inside out
They echo through the frame and six feet down
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
They echo through the frame and six feet down
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers, you elbow the jukebox and sing “Duck and Cover"
No matter what we seek you’ll never find truth
Falling off the bone, I'm awful-glad we met
Either that or I do way too much
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers, you elbow the jukebox and sing “Duck and Cover"
No matter what we seek you’ll never find truth
Falling off the bone, I'm awful-glad we met
December 2, 2025 at 5:35 PM
That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers, you elbow the jukebox and sing “Duck and Cover"
No matter what we seek you’ll never find truth
Falling off the bone, I'm awful-glad we met
Either that or I do way too much
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers, you elbow the jukebox and sing “Duck and Cover"
No matter what we seek you’ll never find truth
Falling off the bone, I'm awful-glad we met
So we come and we go, we know and are known
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works."
I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works."
I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?
December 2, 2025 at 2:35 PM
So we come and we go, we know and are known
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works."
I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works."
I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?
I’m going down and I’m taking you with me,
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
December 2, 2025 at 11:35 AM
I’m going down and I’m taking you with me,
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Well, here we go, I’m turning over
The same old leaf again
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much
The same old leaf again
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much
December 2, 2025 at 8:35 AM
Well, here we go, I’m turning over
The same old leaf again
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much
The same old leaf again
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much
So God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being
So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
December 2, 2025 at 5:35 AM
So God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being
So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
Well at 27 will I see
Snidely Whiplash, Boris Badenov, ignoring me's bad enough
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
Well, who should I be then, if I’ll never be the same?
Snidely Whiplash, Boris Badenov, ignoring me's bad enough
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
Well, who should I be then, if I’ll never be the same?
December 2, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Well at 27 will I see
Snidely Whiplash, Boris Badenov, ignoring me's bad enough
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
Well, who should I be then, if I’ll never be the same?
Snidely Whiplash, Boris Badenov, ignoring me's bad enough
Ooh I wanna be
Where it’s always apple season
Well, who should I be then, if I’ll never be the same?