your hammer's good
it's heading south
keeps it's secret
without a mouth

the ground is hard
the ground is cold
tells many stories
as I am told

where you have walked
how much you weigh
cover your clues
because one day

the smallest fragment
the tiniest hair
well get you life
to this i'll swear

you make your bed
you dig your grave
and to your guilt
you'll be a slave

Think this out
while you sit in the slammer
He carried the cross
but you bore the hammer

He took the nails
you pounded in
Forgive them he said
they know not thier sin

Three days later
The ground will atest
The man was seen walking
along with the rest

A carpenter by trade
he knew about hammers
He knows about you
his lost little lamb-er

He stands at the door
Speaks truth and won't stammer
Be the best friend
to the man with the hammer.