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