Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails   Board up the windows and head for the trails   And that's what i get for sticking my chin out   Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of doubt      I brought this on for my own hands   The precious disgrace from my own hands   If i could freeze time in my own hands   Story of a quarryman      Left my home with the shirt on my back   Built my empire on a dry haystack   To break it down a one by one   And back in Cali and tired and alone      I brought this on by my own hands   The precious disgrace from my own hand   If i could freeze time in my own hands   Story of a quarryman      Traces of life blowing in the sand   The cornerstone of my piece of dry land   So hand me that hop and some of that wine   I'll drink you away by the end of this line      I brought this on by my own hands   The precious disgrace from my own hands   If i could freeze time in my own hands   Story of a quarryman   Story of a quarryman