I stand tall and proud, looking down over the ages:
don’t know the wonders I have seen.
Many people worship me
but the truth is I’m just a piece of wood.
Groups adore me:
that confuses me because I’m a piece of wood.
Somebody lovingly carves me into a head
but I am still just a piece of wood.
It’s great to be adored when you’re disguised
dressed up as a piece of wood.
It tells how we can get conned:
it really is a piece of wood.
I am just a piece of wood.
Dress me up adore me,
I’m still just a piece of wood.
