Hand of the Sculptor

There's only a ghost left of main street

And a mean old sky pressing down

For five long days every single week

I'm getting eaten alive by this town

And the doorways' a mouth of a monster

Made of bricks piled up to the sky

With windows like eyes that are haunted

The factory wants you for life

But my body refuses the burden

And my spirit rebels to the bone

It ain't been in vain, all of this hurtin'

Hand of the sculptor, I am the stone

So do with me what you're gonna do with me

The crashing and burning is over

But the dust ain't quite settled down

There might be a few things I could have told her

And it all would be different now

But I sell off anything of any value

And I settle some emotional debt

I don't let on to where I might be going

Don't know how far it is I might get

And my body refuses the burden

And my spirit rebels to the bone

It ain't been in vain, all of this hurting

Hand of the sculptor, I am the stone

So do with me what you're gonna do with me

Now I'm back up against the ropes again

And I might have to swing my way out

But it ain't no big thing, cause life's gonna hurt you

Hand of the sculptor, I am the stone

So do with me what you're gonna do with me