And he said "I have a plan"
Yes, he said "I have a plan"
He was black from the sun
And his eyes were in tears
And his hand was so thick
From the work of the years
Yes, his hand was so thick
From the work of the years
He said "Please come with me
We can smoke, drink and eat
And you'll sit at my feet
And I'll tell what I know
While the sea breezes blow
For I've tried to be free
But I'll soon have to go"
And his house was his art
It was sculpted from clay
It was sculpted from clay
And the caves in the back
Had been arched into stone
And the creatures he kept
Yes, the creatures he kept
And I hate what they've done
And what they'll do to me"
And we walked from the house
And we picked up the trash
That they'd left by his door
Yes, we picked up the trash
That they'd left by his door
And the oil and the sludge
And the fish that were dead
Yes, the fish that were dead
And the blade cut his hand
And it's stiff from the scar
And the butchers, called doctors,
Leave you worse than you are
And we're all like the butchers
And someday they will come
From the kings of the town
From the kings of the town
And the doctors will come
And they'll ruin this man
Will be torn from his hand
That he built on the sand