Original lyrics
ENThey 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
