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Isn't it strange how princesses and kings

in clown-ragged capers in sawdust rings
while common people like you and me
we'll be builders for eternity
each is given a bag of tools
a shapeless mass and the book of rules

each must make his life as flowing in

tumbling block on a stepping stone
while common people like you and me
we'll be builders for eternity
each is given a bag of tools
a shapeless mass and the book of rules

Pow wa (pa) pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow

Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow

look when the rain has fallen from the sky

you know the sun will be only with us for a while
while common people like you and me
we'll be builders for eternity
each is given a bag of tools
a shapeless mass and the book of rules

Pow wa (pa) pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow

Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow

Look where the rain is fallen from the sky

I know the sun will be only missing for awhile
And I say small people like you and me
Will be builders for eternity
Each is given a bag of tools
Shapeless mass and a book of rules

Isn't it strange how princesses and kings

Can clown their capers in sawdust rings, just like
Poor people like you and me
Will be builders for eternity
Each is given a bag of tools
Shapeless mass and a book of rules

Each must make his life as flowing ink

Tumbling back on those stepping stones, just like
Poor people like you and me
Will be builders for eternity
Each is given a bag of tools
Shapeless mass and a book of rules

A BAG OF TOOLS

Isn't it strange that princes and kings,

And clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
And common people
Like you and me
Are builders for eternity?

Each is given a bag of tools,

A shapless mass,
A book of rules;
And each must make -
Ere life is flown -
A stumbling block
Or a stepping stone.