Hammerblow - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

They cut us out after two nights down

They called me John Doe the seventy four

Hitchhiking back to the Mission we swung in

When a red car opened a door

The little geezer, a local Caesar

In the movement since the crash

He gave us lunch with his union bunch

Who get their windows smashed but never their hopes dashed

Hey, we’re glory bound

One big hammerblow to your crown

Hey, gonna knock 'em down

Swinging one big hammerblow

Hey, we’re glory bound

One big hammerblow to your crown

Hey, gonna knock 'em down

Swinging one big hammerblow

Down in the mist by the golden bridge

The night watchman was on patrol

He kicked us out of the bushes and said

Go get a couch with the brothers of soul

And if ya need 'em, they even feed 'em

At the public garden walls and then he said

With a wink, we haven’t gone extinct

Unlike Che Guevara, Marx and Pravda

Hey, we’re glory bound

One big hammerblow to your crown

Hey, gonna knock 'em down

Swinging one big hammerblow

Work through a cramp

Burn the midnight lamp

From out of dingy Chinatown

Out in the fog you can hear that horn

Shake the lonely room with sound

Mopping the hall is a good longshoreman from the Spanish Civil War

Ten thousand names in a book of claims

That lie fading in some bottom drawer

Sing it, brothers

L’internationale sera le genre humain

Hey, we’re glory bound

One big hammerblow to your crown

Hey, gonna knock 'em down

Swinging one big hammerblow

Hey, we’re glory bound

One big hammerblow to your crown

Hey, gonna knock 'em down

Swinging one big hammerblow

Swinging one big hammerblow

Swinging one big hammerblow

One big hammerblow