Deep inside a panic tree And swinging there from limb to limb And capering around it every fear in me But every day could be the first day of spring I've dutifully watered, I've hidden in its shade And I've shaken free the fruit from every bough My father and his father's name are carved into the bark I think I'm gonna cut the fucker down Well, deep inside the need in me I allowed the panic seeds to grow And when the leaves and branches scratched and bit and tangled me I still felt duty bound to reap just what I'd sown I dutifully nurtured and I've hidden in its shade I've shaken all the fruit from every bough My father and his father's name are carved into the bark I think it's time I cut that old tree down I think it's time I cut that I think it's time I cut that I think it's time I cut that I think it's time I cut I think it's time I cut that old tree down