Well I got to carpe diem
in a limestone mausoleum
I'm a chain gang breaking stone
I build my temple all alone
When I'm climbing up that ladder
I serve'm on a silver platter
heaving up another boulder:
Sisyphus when he gets older
Down came the prophecy
he told me build it up higher
and if it's coming down on me
well then I'm nothing but a sac-ri-fice
When I take my poison ivy
scaffold and I'll be climbing
deer tick and holy-rollers
stacking stones that grind like molars
beer glass and broken mirrors
Sent down from bygone eras
construct a stony palace:
built with love and tons of malice
(CHORUS)
Well here I've been sequestered
or else I'd be arrested
for crimes of arts and science
standing on the back of giants
I’ll get my bricks and mortar
I’ll be closing off that border
you're garden was forgotten:
I had your fruit: it was rotten
(CHORUS)
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