Come labor get ready to dance for your bread
My son I was once where you stand.
There's a beast with insatiable hunger
It's minions need crafters and skilled working hands.

Needs a fortress high in the hilltops
And we are the great chosen crew.
But I am a lowly carpenter so
What have I power to do?

Oh misery call us to rise up at dawn
To turn away as fast as we can.
We may be the mortar that cradles the brick
But I am just one grain of sand.

And don't tell me of tossing the wrenches
It only brings pleasure and pain.
And we are all lowly carpenters so
Where we're taken is where we'll remain.

Look down from the top of the hills.
You can cry to the night just as much as you like
But there will always be towers to build.

I coulda been more than some stone-dragging vessel
I could be more than their wood-cutting slave.
But we are all lowly carpenters so
What have we power to change?

And if you can't take no more then get out of the way
For we've got a day to get through.
We wire their castles, their prisons, and banks
Know their mansions from cellar to roof.

We've got hammers and wrenches and chisels
We can destroy any great wall we come to.
But I am a lowly carpenter so
What have I power to do?