The Music: Lyrics & Lead Sheets

Verse 1:
He's got coke bottle spectacles, a dirty painter's cap
Bristle chin and droopy blues, he swings a steel pick axe
hanging from scaffolding or wading in a pond
establishing connections and he's strengthening the bonds

Chorus:
and i keep
searching for the crumbled wall to make amends
leveling the hills and straightening the bends
I roam the grounds with a paintbrush in my hand
touching up libidos and forging us a brand new soul

Verse2:
He's a honky looking greaser and he's always on the prowl
an arsenal of rakes and brooms and brandishing a trowel
caretaking and maintenance to cover up a sin
working on the outside and avoiding what's within

chorus