'Cause I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a chimney sweeping man
I sent off all the hand-typed letters to the empty shells on high
I write a lot of letters to pass the time
From the land to build my house
You see the black lines
You see the black lines
On the backs, on the backs of my hands
On the backs, on the backs of my hands
On the backs, on the backs of my hands
You see the black lines
On the backs, on the backs of my hands
I try to make things mine
In the backs, on the backs of my hands
With my Cheshire grin, high I.Q.
You see the black lines
I walk quiet through the forest like a tiny quiet forest mouse
How I want to make things better, I want to make things better
And black grime for tattoos
With lime in the outhouse
Maybe you thought I'd be president
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a chimney sweeping man
I try to make things better
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a chimney sweeping man
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a chimney sweeping man
I pulled three hundred rocks
You see the black lines
Well, I'm a lowland forest resident
I planted all the gardens
And charming baby blues
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a chimney sweeping man
