Chimney Sweeping Man lyrics

I`m a chimney sweeping man

You see the black lines

On the backs of my hands

I planted all the gardens

I sent off all the hand-typed letters

To the empty shells on high

How i want to make things better



Maybe you thought i`d be president

With my cheshire grin, high iq

And charming baby blues

Well i`m a lowland forest resident

With lime in the outhouse

And black grime for tattoos



I try to make things better

I try to make things mine

I write a lot of letters

To pass the time



I pulled three hundred rocks

From the land to build my house

I walk quiet through the forest

Like a tiny quiet forest mouse



I`m a chimney sweeping man

You see the black lines

On the backs of my hands