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Norwegian Hammerworks Corp.Let me tell you 'bout the way the hammer movesThe hammer goes up and down And hits the nail on the head each time, that's the point I write 1998, and it's getting hard to go to sleep at night And hard to get up in the morning I tell myself, I been going too hard, too rash, too long, too long But this is not the truth, there's no sign of no big break down It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track And I have a notion of moving around in circles Things just keep getting worse and worse Until you get all the way around and then everything turns out all right In one single flash I see bookshelf, computer, cigarettes Photograph, pens and pencils, pop, table, curtain, carpet A doctor tried to cure me of these ills I stopped seeing her and I heard nothing more about me being mentally ill In one single flash comes words, no poetry Did you put on weight? I take two, not one Man with one arm, the best beer ever to come out of Belgium If we kept drinking like this we wouldn't have to eat But it's not like we really hate food, we hate our friends, The Lemonheads VCR, last goodbye, this was not the time for old I love you's This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love This is where the hammer hit, this is his golden tongue that speaks no more This is his hand that will never move, this is his arm This is where the hammer hit and this is what it tore apart This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love With the hands of love, with the hands of love With the hands of love, yeah, with the hands of love, yeah With the hands of love, yeah, with the hands of love With the hands of love, with the hands of love With the hands of love, yeah, with the hands of love, yeah With the hands of love, yeah, with the hands of love Let me tell you 'bout the way the hammer moves The hammer goes up and down And hits the nail on the head each time, that's the point This mechanism can successfully be adapted to must anything Things like personality: man enters the room and it feels like someone just left Pain, loss and modern designs in guitars and tambourines Let me tell you 'bout the way the hammer moves The hammer goes up and down And hits the nail on the head each time, now that's the point I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long Yeah, I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long But this is not the truth, there's no sign of no big break down Just these little things that keep putting me off the track Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles Things just keep getting worse and worse until you get all the way around And then everything turns out all right In one single flash I see bookshelf, computer, cigarettes Photograph, pens and pencils, record, pop, pills, table, curtain, carpet |