Back when I was young, I heard a song.
It told me to have fun, but I couldn't do that.
I never could do that easy- I always freeze.
So I corner-crept, I bathroom-wept, lonely. Oh, poor me...

Now, when I drive through the radio hive, we turn each other off.
The message has changed from just bad to insane, but I keep my fingers crossed.

We'll be as good as gold.
We will get up follow because all you know is wrong; it's the radio I want.
It's all I know. It's gone.
We in the muck; so long!
And all you know is wrong; it's the radio I want. It's all I know.

I want to write the anti-hymn, something grim.
Yeah, such a disgustingly evil song, it makes the devil sing along.
Everyone says I've got to be good, something better.
Everyone says my head is stuck in the mud, but I don't care.

Slip me something; bring back the burning!
All you know is wrong, leave the road!
We pull off... we hammer on...
Hammer on!
We go to bed with nails and sweat right to rust.
Hammer on!
We know magic, we turn prophets back to dust.
Hammer on!
You best believe with only a hammer; we see nails all the time.
Hammer on!
You best believe with only a hammer we need to be crucified.


Lyrics submitted by SoBrokenHearted

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