Mike, The Drywall Builder

He's Mike, the drywall builder
Mike, the drywall builder
He like's his drywalls straight
It's not a job, this is the fate
Of a drywall builder

He gets up
At 6 O'Clock in the morning
Still half in his dreams
Goes to work without any mourning
Where he's going to meet his team
He takes his stuff and slowly drives to the site
Where time has just no meaning
Where everything is right
To keep the customers satisfied
To keep the customers satisfied
To keep the customers satisfied

He's Mike, the drywall builder
Mike, the drywall builder

When he's at work
He never talks too much
But he's not introverted
He just never swears and never judges
Oh I think he was perverted
When we meet, he always nods and then he smiles
As if he's glad to see me
I haven't seen him for a while
I think he's at the tree
I think he's at his tree
I'll meet him at the tree
Oh won't you meet him at the

The colors in his mind
Slowly start to rub off
So everyone around can also see their colors grow

He's a drywall builder
He's a drywall builder
He's a drywall builder
He's a drywall builder

He's a drywall builder



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Niejaki
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