| The Anvil Song |
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Lose your coat and roll your sleeves
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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