I ... i picked this pine
stuck in my side
i've made my head,
and there i'll hide my
mouth a grin
my muscle taut
my mind is clear,
devoid of thought
My... my mouth is red
the lies are real
and perfect as
the love i steal
you picked this pine,
stuck in you arm
and then you just
ran out of charm
I... i picked this pine,
stuck in my side
i've made my head,
and there i'll hide my
mouth a grin
my muscle taut
my mind is clear,
devoid of thought
now all the time
i hear you say
i wasn't meant
to be this way my
noose is tied,
the slack is cut
i picked my pine
my stink is mine
I wasn't meant to be this way
my stink is mine.
i wasn't meant to be this way
my stink is mine.