paroles de chanson 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Withdrawn at the break of dawn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