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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 or 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 SongtexteA 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 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 or 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 Aus Songtexte Mania