Hammer from Alright by Terrible

My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer
With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down the barricade
Hear Jockey Full of Bourbon on the stereo replay
Mutiny and a terrible panic on the promenade

I been knocked out on the floor before
Johnny Walker is talking to me through the hallway door
Your sisters and mothers and fathers and brothers tonight remain unseen
So my dear child won’t you follow me through this television screen?

The stars are marked, it’s three in the morning, I’m walking alone
Paint boot stroke neon, cast streetlight shadows, just a strolling Van Gogh
Sign stops my eye reads “this world is not my home”
Hung round the neck of a man in the corner on a trombone

The sky is falling and I’m mauling on my enemies
Each decent man is one by one deceased
I harden and laugh and pardon all felonies
Pardon me, I did not know my grin brought on the police

My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer
With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down this barricade

Where, where do I go?
Fly, fly away home

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