Lyrics

He was my friend Knock on wood, knock on wood It's gonna be a good year for growing, they say The stalks are taller than the houses, now And yes, i followed him with a flashlight Into the corn field with all eight of my heads on fire Like a signal for him to see me But he walked right off the earth His footprints stopped just without warning Don't come home Don't come home Don't come home Don't come home You wouldn't come back the same Swallow the hurricanes, swallow the hurricanes A good boy has a bath but once a day Knock on wood, knock on wood Knock on wood, knock on wood