Discretion is a must, rising from the dust,
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on your feet but just a bit unsteady
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you want to close your eyes, be taken by surprise
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but not before you're absolutely ready
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so lay low, as time permits
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and you'll know it when it hits:
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it's gonna sound like a big
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it's coming down like a big
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it's gonna pound like a big, strange, beautiful
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hammer
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You're feeling like a saint, powerful but faint
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like you want to call for an attendant
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heavy in your hand, courage on demand
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you feel safe, and strangely independent
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once baptized in pain and light
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you'd be advised to hold on tight
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when you collide with a big
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you coincide with a big
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filled inside with a big, strange, beautiful
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hammer
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it's coming down on you
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it's gonna drive you home
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hammer, hammer,
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big hammer, strange hammer
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Discretion is a waste, now you've had a taste
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you see yourself as well-maintained and polished
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existence is a test, we try to do our best
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but we're on a quest to be demolished
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it's your right, so don't be shy
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day and night you're smitten by
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the might of a big
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the blinding light of a big
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in the night of the big, strange,
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beautiful hammer
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hammer, hammer,
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big hammer, strange hammer
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Big, Strange, Beautiful Hammer
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| The Mr. T Experience |
