Concrete Brothers

Uncle Rinus, uncle William, Uncle Sas
And my father
Are working much harder
These last years
And the money disappears
And the bookkeeper disappears
In the smoke of his cigar
A hopeless balance
They buy a blue truck
And hire a carpenter
At the age of 50 my father
Is taking driving lessons
Because his back is almost broken
By lifting too many stones
He is doing the talking
And the business
Wearing a raincoat and a hat
The Concrete Brothers go bankrupt
He is standing on
A new concrete floor
He is talking to the workers
In a strange voice
And I am upstairs on a scaffold
Doing my holiday work
And I watch him