Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Anvil Song , by - The Walkabouts. Song from the album Dead Man Rise, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 06.10.2009
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
The Anvil Song |
| 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 |