I picked this pine – stuck in my side
I made my head and there I’ll hide
My mouth a-grin – my muscle taut
My mind is clear – devoid of thought
Now, now all the time – I hear you say
I wasn’t meant to be this wayMy, my mouth is red – the lies are real
And perfect as the love I steal
You, picked this pine – stuck in your arm
And then you just ran out of charmI 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, 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