Wooden God from Black Matter by Dog Canute

No pills, or base, or draw, can pick you from the floor
And bombers lose their way and who am I to say?
No drum - machine or darkened hair, can lift you from your chair
And pressure on your heart...

Heeley Hey! Heeley Hey!
Incubus! Incubus!

Life has trampled on your dreams,
A wake up call is what you need
And when the lows
Outweigh the highs
It must come
As no surprise
Drink and drugs and sleepless nights
Mix and re – mix, it’s alright!

Heeley Hey! Heeley Hey!
Incubus! Incubus!

With input from Mr A. Jackson & I. Wood / D.Z.