No Glamour in the Hammer

There's no glamour in the Hammer but they sell it at the Big & Tall They'll fit a king like a prince in a joker's pair of coveralls And when your motor chair stalls tell the cop that you've seen it all There's no getting out of this one There's no getting out of this Got no ambient, no Seconal, no genie in a lithium bottle Just a first aid kit and a suicidal lingerie model Keep the trunk locked up, rev the engine, hammer the throttle There's no getting out of this one There's no getting out of this You've got a camouflage lover And a bulletproof kiss Way up on the escarpment, on a good day you can see the smoke stacks Down below, St Joe's spilling over with heart attacks Down the east end steps Fitzccaraldo covers up your tracks There's no getting out of this one There's no getting out of this You've got a camouflage lover And a bulletproof kiss And a bulletproof kiss