Pound me flat with a hammer, Lord
Roll me into a tube
Stuff me full of glory
and light the fuse
Cut me in half with your fiery sword
Dice me up into cubes
Toss the bits up the seventh story
Jesus knows I’ve paid my dues
I won’t look up when the hammer comes
To flatten out my sins
Idle hands are a shameful waste
Things are so much better since
I kept my head bent to the sums
I calculate the losses, wins
It’s a race too close for my taste
Too few words I’ve left to mince
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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