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(hummmmm) Out in the gray rain,
the iron meets the wood
They call him the Stickman
He's half an iron worker,
half a wood-craft priest
Slinging heavy sticks of steel facing to the east
Forty feet of curtainwall rising in the storm
With a wire tie to hold it till the welds are warm
He's the curtainwall king,
the king of the grid
Rowing job to job like the Vikings did
Slinging the sticks through the wind and the gale
Underneath a iron sky,
the Stickman will prevail
He looks down at the glaziers,
yelling through the cold
Get that glass on the wall,
do what you are told
Get that glass on the wall or go back to the hall
We've got forty more feet of steel left to install
He's the curtainwall king,
the king of the grid
Rowing job to job like the Vikings did
Slinging the sticks through the wind and the gale
Underneath a iron sky,
the Stickman will prevail
And when the super comes around,
complaining of the set Stickman looks him in the eye,
says You get what you get and you don't get upset
Now let me work
He's the curtainwall king,
the king of the grid
Rowing job to job like the Vikings did
Slinging the sticks through the wind and the gale
Underneath a iron sky,
the Stickman will prevail
Slinging sticks in the rain
The curtainwall king Yeah,
you get what you get