Twirling sheets soaked in sweat A mad hangover and a twenty grand debt Hurling my feet out of the bed Thinking to myself I'd be better off dead Look out the window now what do I see A thin man swaying in the wind from a sycamore tree A thick good rope, broad smiling teeth As he stares bug-eyed right back at me This ain't no good, this is all bad news He's got my flannel suit and my canvas shoes As I cut him down I say "I never knew I never knew I had a twin brother like you" And as I drag him inside I say "Now listen to me There is somebody else gonna hang from that tree" "With a thick good rope and broad smiling teeth And a bug-eyed stare instead of you or me"