The Old Shade Tree

I hope none of you think I’m crying
As the sweat rolls down my face
I hope none of you think I’m losing
As I’m lapping the guy in last place
I hope one of you thanks me this winter
For what some of you would hang me from now
Cause today the sun-kissed layer of skin
From your nose is cause last night I chopped the old shade tree down
I guess none of you thought of its roots
As the living dead trapped underground
Or of the blizzard above or the hero I’d be
Planting bonfires all around town
So as the frost licks the layer of skin off the nose
Of your neighbour, remember who chopped the old shade tree down
I hope none of you think I’m crying
As the sweat rolls down my face