Lyrics:
hands Story of a quarryman Left my home with the shirt on my back Built my empire on a dry haystack To break it down a one by one And back in Cali
you ever seen the Quarryman's hands? Of dust and notoriety The frozen officials Carelessly working by starlight and kerosene Like statues Their faces
I'm chasing green like a vegetarian Digging deeper like a f- quarryman Black queen, black king, black-ish, black on black, black on everything Black
the clothes I own I've worked so hard On this Grindstone You try telling me the effort Will all pay off in the end Just like the quarryman Chipping away
Cut to the seagull The quarryman The castle The barnacles The cliff edge The joy Up in the tower that looks out to sea The pink dressing room
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