Hey, yeah Oh, oh Man made of earth, woman made of bone No good together and no good alone Take your chances on your own Down in the valley, people built a wall Ten feet wide and twenty feet tall It cast a shadow over them all High upon the tippy top, the people placed their king A man of short stature with a shiny gold ring All the king's jokers shuffled through the crowd To silence the people who think too loud Look up high, the rain won't fall Pray all night until you break that wall Look up high, the sun won't shine Round your weary soul blood red Why? Mad king to break your bones, help you die and take your home So I dug a big hole on the other side of the wall And I pushed the king off and watched him fall Down, down, down, down, down Where the laboring dead dig away To make a hole where he will stay Deep, deep, down in hell And there they'll keep him very well Look up high, the rain won't fall Pray all night until you break that wall Look up high, the sun won't shine Round your weary soul blood red Why? Man made of earth and woman made of bone No good together and no good alone