my masterpiece

[Intro – loose count-in] [one, two… yeah, two… three–) (guitar strum & stumble) (oioi in background] --- [Verse 1] They tell me dig — I’m already in the ground ....... Bedrock, bad rock — steel arm bite with that drill pound Strike lines curl round the factory gate Your old man taught you tight — but now it’s too late --- [Pre-Chorus] Shovel in my hands — sky’s black soot and tea dust I sell you gold for a song — you still don’t trust --- [Chorus 1] Like a beetle, you make me build a hill from mud While you’re skewering shrimp, I’m spittin’ black flood You won’t hear my masterpiece — dug it up in a minute Bedrock breaks once a day — and I’m still in it ---[bulid up] [Bridge] Forgot I’ll be the father — red hair or not Fortune comes after — they call it a flop Swallowed my weekend raw — now I’m back down t’pit Should’ve played the markets — or printed a bit --- [Chorus 2] Like a beetle, you make me build a hill from mud . While you’re drinking white rum, I’m spittin’ black flood You won’t hear my masterpiece — dug it up in a minute Bedrock breaks once a day — and I’m still in it ---[solo riff] [Drop – spoken, leaning in] Contagious words — ride me like a stubborn mule What’s the modern phrase? — ‘Mate, that’s lit’ --- [Final Chorus – sloppy but rousing] Like a beetle, you make me build a hill from mud While you’re skewering shrimp, I’m spittin’ black flood You won’t hear my masterpiece — dug it up in a minute Bedrock breaks once a day — and I’m still in it (and that’s where you’ll find me) [End]