The sledgehammer of this very, very, very fine world
Hits a cold darner, that'll never, ever, ever find warmth
The sledgehammer of this very, very beautiful world
Sits in the arms of a princess in a holding cell on the ground floor
The flame guard that I bought in the rocky, hot town
Is nothing compared to the herbs that were stolen from the ground
The icebergs and precious metals that have helped me on the way
Means nothing to the birds who are squawking that I'm not pulling my weight
