Текст: Residents. Dead Wood.

I wish I was big
I wish I was tall
I wish I had houses
Instead of this hall

Somebody put me
Inside it one day
I know who it is
But he won't let me say

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

He looks at me sometimes
And sometimes he knocks
On doorways beside me
And sometimes he rocks

Me to sleep in a chair
For he knows that I need
Affection as much
As a cut needs to bleed

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood

I wish I was something
I wish I was good
I wish I was made of
Mahogany wood