If you wake up a snake with your tail in your mouth
and there's no one around, so you swallow it down
You know the price that you pay when you're dying that way, is that you start off so loose but then end up the noose
We're keeping incorrect hours
and we're bathing in our sweat
we're building faulty towers
and we'll be buried with our debt
If you rise up a tree
with dirt up to your knees
and bees land in your mouth
and birds make you a house
don't pray for the axe to bring you collapse
you won't hear the thunder sound when the lightning strikes you down
We're making money from mishaps
but it's less than we can spend
and now we mortgage out kneecaps
they say it's best in the end
If at the break of dawn you've turned to salmon spawn
and you're all covered in scales in some fisherman's pale
don't dream of the time you spent before the line
or how someone will sup(?) before yours is finally up
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