Rock pit, stony songs. Dust-head, powder lung. Hard-bit: gut;girl gone. Hammer, hit, smash. I'm perched under sky on a wall in a crack. Some comrades acrushed by a slippery slab. We'll all fall down. We'll all fall down. Not wrecked yet? Expect it. First wife, neglected. Next wife, infected. Betrothed, broke-neckeded. Last wife just left. With hustle and muscle i'll beat dolor down 'til my brittle bones break or a vein I have found. Clay will run away; marble might stay. I'll pinch and I'll chisel and flatter you out, grovel in gravel, at last devout. This wall maybe stone, but she's softer still than those other crones.
Lyrics submitted by Greeny341