Lyrics where have all the anvils gone? - The Blunt Force Trauma
Preaching
to
the
choir
Set
myself
on
fire
To
fulfil
some
primal
desire
I'd
swallow
your
entire
But
you
found
a
new
supplier
Now
I'm
a
one
time
buyer
Stalked
by
perpetual
rug
pullers
No
judge,
jury,
just
the
executioner
But
it's
not
like,
I
really
understood
her
Juggle
bunkbeds
with
the
butcher
Who's
married
to
the
gypsy
hooker
Who
drinks
her
coffee
with
no
sugar
A
drunken
attempt
to
undress
And
impress
And
disguise
the
fact
that
I'm
feeling
depressed
Because
I
don't
know
how
to
get
it
off
my
chest
I
want
to
talk
But
someone
bought
and
sold
my
voice
box
Now
all
I've
got
is
chalk
And
you're
jackhammers
on
the
sidewalk
Who
pulled
the
fire
alarm
Oh
god
did
they
cause
any
harm
What
I'd
do
to
be
back
at
the
farm
Where
have
all
the
anvils
gone
Withdrawn
at
the
break
of
dawn
Before
I
could
king
my
pawn
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