| Come neighbor, get ready to dance for your bread
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| My son, I was once where you stand
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| There’s a beast with insatiable hunger
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| It’s minions need crafters and skilled, working hands
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| Needs a fortress high in the hilltops
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| And we are the great, chosen crew
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| But I am a lowly carpenter, so, what have i power to do?
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| Oh, misery! |
| Call us to rise up at dawn
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| To turn whey as fast as we can
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| We may be the mortar that cradles the brick
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| But i am just one grain of sand
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| And don’t tell me i’m tossing the wretched
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| It only brings pleasure and pain
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| And we are all lowly carpenters, so
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| Where we’re taken is where we remain
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| And the master shall govern with unbroken backs
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| Look down from the top of the hills
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| You could cry through the night just as much as you like
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| There will always be towers to build
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| I coulda been more than some stone-dragging vessel
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| I could be more than their wood-cutting slave
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| But we are all lowly carpenters, so, what have we power to change?
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| And if you can’t take no more, then get out of the way
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| For we’ve got a day to get through
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| We wire their castles, their prisons, and banks
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| Know their mansions from cellar to roof
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| We’ve got hammers, and wrenches, and chisels
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| We could destroy any great wall we come through
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| But I am a lowly carpenter, so, what have i power to do? |