Lyrics
Now gather around kids and I’ll tell you a tale,
Of a man bright as Heaven, and twice as big as Hell.
No it isn’t Paul Bunyan or Johnny Cannabis Seed,
And he never wore a mask or rode a great steed.
He just wanted to Rock, no need for glory,
He was the Stonecutter, and this is his story. . .
He stood 80 miles deep and 33 miles wide,
Strolled with an axe, but walked with a stride.
He’s been cutting stone since the day of his birth,
Been getting stoned since he made the Earth,
Cause he’s the Stonecutter,
He’s the Stonecutter.
He once let loose with the crack of his axe and made that canyon grand,
Then lay some Bambu right in the middle and rolled a phat one there in the sand.
He smoked the joint all around the world, from Amsterdam to old Egypt,
But no King or Pharoh was gonna talk strong, or give no lip,
To the Stonecutter,
Not to the Stonecutter.
He puffed across the world, axe at his side,
His shoes Doc Martin, his papers double wide.
He chopped down mountains and left cities in their wake,
Then puffed that fattie, and said, “Hey wait,”
and they did, cause he’s the Stonecutter,
He’s the Stonecutter.
Then the world stood still as he took his last toke,
The oceans were quiet and nobody spoke,
Then he grabbed his stone, two-chambered bong,
Sparked it with lightning, and breathed in strong.
Smoke filled his body, his eyes turned red,
His mind turned on, and his great lungs bled,
Then he breathed that smoke all over the world,
For every stoner boy, to every pot head grrrl,
Cause he’s the Stonecutter,
He’s the Stonecutter.
Then all they heard was the beat of a drum,
The bass came in, and the guitarist strummed,
Then the smoke cleared and there stood three,
King Snax, Soylent James, and a man named V.
He put away his axe he put away his bong,
Then brought the whole world over to listen to the song,
Then he pulled himself, up by the moon, got up and lifted his head,
“I cut the stone, you make the rock,” was the last thing he said,
To the Stonecutters,
We are the Stonecutters.
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