The Walkabouts The Anvil Song текст песни, слова песни The Anvil Song The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts - The Anvil Song
This is demolition time
Inventions full of spit and blood
With blinders for the faint of heart
Fortune's ashes crowd this map
But if I lose, well I don't care
As long as I get good and gone
Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
Now who can wait for the perfect fit
I'm hearing the anvil sing
I'm hearing the anvil sing
Machine he took a picture of
Of himself for children's walls
For forty miles the word went out
That he would someday drown us all
Deep inside this vodka clear
But if I lose then I don't care
As long as I get good and gone
Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
Now who can wait for the perfect fit
I'm hearing the anvil sing
I'm hearing the anvil sing
Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
This is demolition time
And if I lose, well I don't care
I'm hearing the anvil sing
I'm hearing the anvil sing
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