Racking Fame Pot

(yeah,

look) Clay in the kiln,

let it bake

Racking up the name while the body's turning cold Trading off the

spirit for a pocket full of gold

Body is the dough and I'm shaping in the pan

Clay upon the wheel,

trying to build another man I'm the pot on the burner,

boiling till it breaks

Measuring the fever and the fortune that it makes (watch it spill)

Racking fame, body's dough,

and I'm a pot

Cooking up the pressure with whatever that I got

Burn it to the bottom,

watch the kettle steam hot

Racking fame, body's dough,

and I'm a pot (steaming hot,

yeah)

Knead it down heavy,

fold it till it tears

Whispers in the foyer,

steps along the stairs They want a piece of copper,

want a sliver of the shine

I fill up the vessel and I pour another line Too much

iron in the kiln,

heat upon the stone

Racking all the honor while I'm standing on my own

(all alone now)

Shape it,

bake it, let the fire run

Wait until the cooling of the morning sun

Cracking at the rim (cracking) Watch the light sink in

Racking fame, body's dough,

and I'm a pot

Cooking up the pressure with whatever that I got

Burn it to the bottom,

watch the kettle steam hot

Racking fame, body's dough,

and I'm a pot (turn the flame up!)

Body's dough, simmer down Pot on the burner. (yeah)