If you wake up a snake with your tail in your mouthnand there's no one around, so you swallow it downnYou know the price that you pay when you're dying that way, is that you start off so loose but then end up the noosennWe're keeping incorrect hoursnand we're bathing in our sweatnwe're building faulty towersnand we'll be buried with our debtnnIf you rise up a treenwith dirt up to your kneesnand bees land in your mouthnand birds make you a housendon't pray for the axe to bring you collapsenyou won't hear the thunder sound when the lightning strikes you downnnWe're making money from mishapsnbut it's less than we can spendnand now we mortgage out kneecapsnthey say it's best in the endnnIf at the break of dawn you've turned to salmon spawnnand you're all covered in scales in some fisherman's palendon't dream of the time you spent before the linenor how someone will sup(?) before yours is finally upnn