A man of words and not of deedsIs ...

 A man of words and not of deedsIs like a garden full of weedsAnd when the weeds begin to growIt's like a garden full of snowAnd when the snow begins to fallIt's like a bird upon the wallAnd when the bird away does flyIt's like an eagle in the skyAnd when the sky begins to roarIt's like a lion at the doorAnd when the door begins to crackIt's like a stick across your backAnd when your back begins to smartIt's like a penknife in your heartAnd when your heart begins to bleedYou're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.