There's one man left to thank
Built it with his hands
One man left to thank
He didn't need to carve it into something
Carve it into something new
Carve it into something
And there's plan A
Take a seat
Watch them play
Keep a receipt
Sharpen up and carve them into something
Carve it into something
Carve 'em into something new
Tell me what it is that you see
With your stolen eyes
And you're singing one two three
And I open up my eyes
My twin he tends to be me
He walks abroad
He likes the broads
While I smoke and choke alone at home
Chewing on my bone
Smash big boulders into stones
Still I don't need no bit of faith
Need no human race
Though I read every review
No one's got a f**ing clue
And well in New York sold your soul
And bought new shoes
If you never choose
You're bound to lose
By the end of the road
Come on I need to know
Like to craft the songs
State where you belong
And if you come from nowhere
You'll end up straight back there
You may as well
Carve, carve, carve it into something
Carve it into something new
Carve it into something
Carve it into something new