Holdin me, wont let go Holdin me, wont let go I need a hammer, a hammer, a hammer, a hammer, to hammer them down I need a ramma, a ramma, a ramma, a
These hammers and strings Been following me around From a box filled garage To the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American crowds And my friend calls me
Datemi un martello. Che cosa ne vuoi fare? Lo voglio dare in testa A chi non mi va, si si si, A quella smorfiosa Con gli occhi dipinti Che tutti quanti
They just keep holdin' me, A-won't let go; Holdin' me; Won't let go! I need a hammer - a hammer - a hammer
Running blind and out of breath But in the wrong direction I don't recall or recognize My own reflection Locked myself in a cell I can't breach My key
Well Henry hammers harder than the rest He puts his daughters to the test He says I'm trying to do my best In this much he has confessed Well the love
Ich wurde gebor'n grad mitten im Krieg im Sommer '42; die Erde war rot die Sonne war tot im Sommer '42. Und es stand nicht gut um diese Welt was wird
Let the killer go, don't let his mother know Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight 'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need And I'm here to
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and half a jug of tea Average Joe, average pay Same ol' end and same ol' day But there's nothing wrong
One thing that you've got to know Don't want this damn misery When you find out what I mean We will both wash ashore I thought you were stronger I didn
Under the hammer, under the hammer again Under the hammer, under the hammer again I gotta be strong, gotta be strong yeah I gotta hold on, hold on to
Through frost and fire The Vikings came Dealers of death In Odin's name Barbaric lust Born of the soul One way to crush All of thy foes Death By The
20 hours deep Oh, it was enough time to see That everything has changed for me So much for birthday wishes I've been too busy with bad memories you made
ok ich kam zu der Beziehung genau wie die Zahl zur Ziehung, der Lottozahlen oder wie Stars zu Bravo-Otto-Wahlen, bei der Mißwahl meines Lebens ist
Written by jeremy spencer. I woke up one morning Waking with the rising sun Woke up one morning Awakin' with the rising sun, ahh Thought about my baby
You pin me down, you box my ears I'll get you back, motherfuck, I'm no baby, I'm no baby I've made a meal, the first course is crow Choke it down 'cause
And I?d burn alive to keep you warm When you?re alone Shiver under blankets in the basement Where our secrets sleep You pour the liquor on the staircase
