weaving in his basket chair

'twist you round a lock of hair

made of straw -- the wicker man

made of straw -- I'll blow your house down

bishops falling from the windows

the lightening makes your hair stand on end



this dervish frenzy -- will make you run around

this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around

blow the house down



stretching a rubber band miracles trip over

feel where we stand

shift the ground -- caterpillar man

crumbling castles in the sand

blow the house down



feebly we put our heads out of our foxy laire

we feel the chill from the night soare

standing in the storm -- waiting for the flash to crash

counting seconds before we turn to ash



it's getting nearer ...

blow the house down

this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around



standing on the stairs that want to fall down

it's getting nearer don't turn your head around

made of straw

a lighted match

burn the house down

turn your head around

pillars of salt watch as it all burns down

down to the ground

blow the house down