Tiler

Marble my mind, it's a pattern I can't

Quite keep out till I find a clean slate

Clay in the kiln, hot, it's burning me up

But my face stone cold and my eyes are glazed

I'm a bit under the weather

So I weather 'way these sediments until I'm feeling better

Hands crack till I bleed, this winter's way too bleak, man

So I'mma have to cover up, and don't talk to me, man

So here we go again,

Replicating placing plates, I make mosaics in porcelain