Rock Carver کے بول

They say I was born Under a plastic light With a knife clenched in my fist And as I opened my eyes I saw my father cry Oh lord, what kind of mess is this Now all the good stuff don’t come Easy, even when you think you’ve Got it made baby better watch out For I was born to be a rock carver And I'm coming to carve you out They speak of your heart How you locked it up In a fortress made of stone And though my hands are soft And my voice is worn Be sure my blade is sharp Now all the good stuff don’t come Easy, even when you think you’ve Got it made baby better watch out For I was born to be a rock carver And I'm coming to carve you out