White Knuckles

A feverish hand is the one that swings the ax Rote learned while shivering on its back Now strangers and friends alike don’t know how to react With your white knuckles on the ax Oh the water in your head begins to expand Pistol in mouth and ax in hand With your hands full you cannot meet your demands While sitting in the snow for a sun tan Oh blew himself away And went back inside He but the ax did not survive Boots covered in brain And he laughed until he cried Resolutely decided that he tried