Snail on the Wall Words and music by Zion Valencic © 2026-June-18C G C F C G Hello Mr. Snail on the wall, you’re so small, as you crawl up the wall C G C F C G Mr. Snail Please don’t fall, for the wall is quite tall, if you fall you’ll be mauled, C G C F C G And that shell, Mr. Snail, every stripe a new scrawl of your life, will have holes, C G C F C G C and your soul it will stroll as the bells they do toll for your death, cause you fell off the wall. C G C F C G C Mr. Snail, I remember too late that the wall, where you crawl it was poisoned last week. C G C F C G It’s too late, as you crawl, oh so small, up the wall, you are dead, Mr. Snail, C G C F C G crawling dead, Mr. Snail, with your shell, scrawled with life, on the wall, you are dead, C G C F C G C you are dead, you are dead, you are dead. Humans killed you and soon you will be dead. Last night as I walked through the park there were fish which did flop, hearts not stopped, they did flop right atop of the walk, and they flopped while I walked, did not stop, But I wanted to drop, gather them as they flopped, drop them in with a plop— But I feared of the dark and the bark of the man who put the fish top the walk there to flop. Massive fish, I was scared and I walked, past the park where you flopped, asphyxiating in a bag. Now its day, its too late, no more flops on the walk, you are dead, Flopping dead, massive fish, how I wish I was brave, you to save, you are dead You are dead, you are dead, you are dead. Humans killed you and now you are quite dead. Everyday on the news, the abuse of our leaders accrues, to confuse, to misuse sacred pews, to refuse other views. Other hues to accuse Of the flus that are loose due to their news abuse and the truth that they skew All the hate that they spew all the lives they taboo, and we fall for their lies, and excuse. See more deaths, on the news, each side fighting for views, they don’t care who we lose, they’re amused. Children dying in the schools, because guns always rule, all their lives are just tools, Human lives, flopping fish, Mr. Snail, lives for sale, shall we wail? they are dead, They are dead, they are dead, they are dead. Humans killed them and now they’re all dead.