Hammer and a nail Hammer and a nail Saint behind the glass Holds a hammer and a nail Baby in his arms Baby in his arms Saint behind the glass Has a baby
round me Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh my Lord Now I'm at the hairdressers People watch me as they move past A guy wearin' plastic antlers Presses his bum against the glass
. Feels like a gun, right between the eyes. Warm in your sunshine. William Tell override. White lies and dedication. Have a seat. Glass actor swing your hammer
years old Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got '
to walkin' Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin' Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme
chance to be judged And then long forgotten Lately I just can't shake it I count the days in seconds and minutes Hours and hours are subtle As shards of glass
wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up, and had to struggle to stand He saw that red necked bastard with a hammer
paper with max so i like flight of the navigator i truck through time cant tell where the past leading work hard and use my head to hammer through the glass
hammer/frauenberger) I smoke five packs of cigarettes a day It was the hardest thing to put them away I drink four-five bottles of wine I had a glass
rubble and empty spaces Where children and Rottweiler play Is it buried in the praise given so cheap With a meaningless movement of the jaws In the looking glass
We's headed for bear on eye-one-oh About a mile outta Shakeytown I says Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck And I'm about to put the hammer down Coz
day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef Talkin' all that bullshit but it's the hammer
in the cut This is your world and my world, nigga, we flyin' fly In the bank, nigga, you know how we get down, thanks, nigga [Raekwon] Arm & Hammer
Long before you called You traded him and many others For a drink Your fingers thick from hammers Well, it really makes you think And then my father Would fill your glass
by her brother They raise a glass of amber wine Take pictures of each other Of the policemen in the fountains and the sickle and the hammer And they
That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the work Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it wouldn't merk He glass, no glass, think fast yo ass
for the heathens So I'ma just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin' Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that glass
I will be the one that you can't be I will see things that you can't see Demons blind your eyes Burner Beat me like hammer, baby, stick me like a