Hammer


Poppa said he's worked the hammer too long

Time to lay down the nails and take the lone way home

Tired of building crosses on Sunday


Hold a sermon all day until his hands crack

Carry out their wishes on his broken back

Whip the will into a desperate soul

But doesn't know if he can save his own

His iron is strong, his swing is good

Flesh and bone bend down to the wood

Sweat drips down into the guilt in his eyes

Stench of penance starts to gather flies

When he moans he cries

To some savior in the heavenly sky

And the people gather around to hear

The tongue that shakes the serpent's ear

But the words they come out jaded

For this message has been faded

By a shiver down my fathers spine

Sent by shadows who are biding their time


Poppa said he's worked the hammer too long

Time to lay down the nails and take the lone way home

Tired of building crosses on Sunday


When he moves he does because

He's afraid of what will come

And the sinners that he breaks

Are for the Devil when he calls my name

That's how he claims it'll be

So daddy saves his prayers for me

He thinks that I am free of this but

I hold The Book within my fist


Poppa said he's worked the hammer too long

Time to lay down the nails and take the lone way home

Tired of building crosses on Sunday

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