nudlar och yrkesskador

a man of words and not of deeds

is like a garden full of weeds,

and when the weeds begin to grow

it's like a garden full of snow,

and when the snow begins to fall

it's like a bird upon the wall,

and when the bird away does fly

it's like an eagle in the sky,

and when the sky begins to roar

it's like a lion at the door,

and when the door begins to crack

it's like a stick across your back,

and when your back begins to smart

it's like a penknife in your heart,

and when your heart begins to bleed

you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed