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.