Paint yerself into a corner.
Lie yourself into a box.
Scratch out as many eyes as you need.
You’re the silver fox.
Corral yourself and everyone you know,
With your hunker down gettin’ bad talks.
Slippin’ and a slidin’ your damn life away,
Just tie us up please with slip knots.
We ain’t going down with the sheep.
No, you and yer lot can keep.
The deep. The deep.
Thank you, friend.