the anvil song þarký sözü

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