It was high noon, the sun was shinning Manuel sharpened his blade He stuck it in the ground it came out twice as long Chopped of the end of his leg Madness sprouted in that garden Manuel felt strange Then his mind shifted as the vines twisted He became quite crazed The barbed wire fence post, it felt quite wooden as he impaled himself on the steel as the blood ran down, he felt so horrible reached for the tequila worm and beer Razor swallowing in that garden He winced with pain Like a curse lifted he begged for forgiveness but it was too late Oh Manuel has messed up again...