There’s a bible on the table There’s a bottle on the shelf There’s a woman in the kitchen Cryin’ quietly to herself Down the hallway, in the bedroom He can hear his children wail When all you got is a hammer Everything looks like a nail
Well he came home from the desert With a medal on his chest Like a hero, like a champion But he felt more like a guest Now he sleeps with one eye open And he wakes up scared as hell And all he’s got is a hammer And everything looks like a nail
Well they show you how to shoot and they show you how to kill But they don’t show you what to do with this hole that you can’t fill So you dwell in the darkness of your soul like Jonah in the belly of the whale And all you got is a hammer and everything looks like a nail
When a good man in a bad dream Can’t make it on his own When he can’t feed his own damn children On the money that he brings home And the deck is stacked against him And he knows he’s bound to fail And all he’s got is a hammer Everything looks like a nailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
