Trees fall down
My job is to let them drown
Every day I wonder why
And I cut down those lumber
Timber I shout
Using my mouth to scream
You laugh at me
But I don't care if you see
Timber
Crushing people is it's reward
Would you like to bring a sword
I want to let you slice my lumber
Timber is love
And everyone loves you Steve
My only wish could be to hold you close