Timber shakes these trail. They all derail,. Phony false and frail. An empty ocean. Lost our way with no direction home. Golden needles names we take in vain.
On the other side of town lives a sabertooth tiger. Paint's a real good picture, he's an excellent liar. His mouth is full of sand and he's dying to meet you.
Well, I tried to paint my mind. But now I'm stuck here in the middle. Got this scalpel in my hand. I'm operating on this riddle. Got my tongue all tied in knots.