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Just a bricklayer by trade a harder worker you won't find |
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He was like fifty when I met him maybe fifteen years ago |
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A scottish american and a master with the trowel |
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He swears that he's the urban legend you hear about on every job and site |
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar |
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Gave this man his crooked walk and kept his life in order |
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Here's about half an explanation and then not too much information |
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Until the day he died he bragged that he's the one that rode the rope |
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All six stories of that building from the pavement to the roof |
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And then all the way back down to earth |
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar |
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Gave this man his crooked walk and kept his life in order |
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar |
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Gave this man his crooked walk and made his lifetime shorter |
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"On the way up my skull was fractured and my collarbone was broken |
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The barrel i was working with broke both of my forearms and the bones in my wrists" |
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Don't believe a word of it, but the one thing that I'm sure about is this: |
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar |
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Gave this man his crooked walk and kept his life in order |
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A lifetime lifting cinderblocks, stacking bricks and mixing mortar |
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Gave this man his crooked walk [x3] |
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And made his lifetime shorter |
