Norwegian Hammerworks Corp.

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves

The hammer goes up and down

And hits the nail, on the head each time

That's the point

All right in 1998

It's getting hard to go to sleep at night

And hard to get up in the morning

I tell myself, I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long

But this is not the truth

There's no sign of no big break down

It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track

Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles

Things just keep getting worse and worse

'Til they get all the way around

And then eveything turns out alright

In one single flash I see both shows

Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils

Pop-craving critics curving

A doctor tried to cure me of these shells

I stopped seeing him

I heard nothing more about being mentally ill

In one single flash comes words, no poetry

Did you put on weight

I take two, not one

A man with one arm

Best beer ever to come out of Belgium

If you kept drinking like this it wouldn't have to be

It's not like I'm real hateful with our friends, our beloved friends

VCR, last goodbyes, this is not the time for all I love you's

This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love

This is where the hammer hits, this is its golden tongue

There speaks no more, this is the same that were never moved

This is the tsar at will, this is where the hammer hit, this is when the turnpike

This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love

With the hands of love, with the hands of love

With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love yeah

With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love

With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah

With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah

With the hands of love yeah, uuh shalalala with the hands of love yeah

Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves

The hammer goes up and down

And hits the nail, on the head each time

That's the point, yeah

This mechanism can succesfully be adapted to almost everything

Things like a personel room, man enters the room feels like someone just left

Pain, loss, mother to silence, guitars and tambourines

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves

The hammer goes up and down

And hits the nail, on the head each time

That's the point

I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long

Too long

Yeah, I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long

But this is not the truth

There's no sign of no big break down

It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track

Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles

Things just keep getting worse and worse

'Til they get all the way around

And then eveything turns out alright

In one single flash I see both shows

Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils

Record pop-craving critics curving