Cable cars run through my mind. I think up north on Valentine. Maybe we drink to old friends. You should go, she's on my mind again. I lost my only enemy
They just keep holdin' me, A-won't let go; Holdin' me; Won't let go! I need a hammer - a hammer - a hammer
Cable cars run, through my mind I think I'm north on Valentine Maybe we drink to old friends You should go and she's on my mind again I lost my only enemy
Nail and hammer, hammer and nail I need a lifeboat that's set to sail Across this ocean of tears I've cried The time has come to turn the tire Thread
(He) pounded my head with a rubber hammer Now I'm shorter by over half a meter I don't look down on anyone anymore I don't spit on anybody's head (He)
Let the killer go, don't let his mother know Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight 'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need And I'm here to
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
Better build your house on a rock Or watch it crumble and fail Better build your love, hammer and nail I see it in the darkness as if it was broad daylight
The love cry of the traveling man goes No one knows who I am But I'm as priceless as a brass ring That's losing the heat from your hand A quiet man sits
Slip away out the back door Get away from the scenery score In the car, you're ready to move In the backseat, you start to groove Right turn, left turn
You take a hammer, you get some nails, you build a home Find a woman put that woman in that little home But without love, true, true love in that home
ok ich kam zu der Beziehung genau wie die Zahl zur Ziehung, der Lottozahlen oder wie Stars zu Bravo-Otto-Wahlen, bei der Mißwahl meines Lebens ist
I'm gonna be a slam-er, I'm gonna be the wildest, I'm gonna be your hammer, No one's the nicest, But me! I'm not a worker, I'm not a joker, I'm a man
A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails an' all the wood I can find I'll build me a cabin on top of the hill got all the plans in my mind . . .
Slip away out the back door Get away from the scenery score In the car you're ready to move In the backseat you start to groove Right turn left turn