Discretion is a must, rising from the dust,

on your feet but just a bit unsteady

you want to close your eyes, be taken by surprise

but not before you're absolutely ready

so lay low, as time permits

and you'll know it when it hits:

it's gonna sound like a big

it's coming down like a big

it's gonna pound like a big, strange, beautiful 

hammer



You're feeling like a saint, powerful but faint

like you want to call for an attendant

heavy in your hand, courage on demand

you feel safe, and strangely independent

once baptized in pain and light

you'd be advised to hold on tight

when you collide with a big

you coincide with a big

filled inside with a big, strange, beautiful 

hammer



it's coming down on you

it's gonna drive you home



hammer, hammer, 

big hammer, strange hammer



Discretion is a waste, now you've had a taste

you see yourself as well-maintained and polished

existence is a test, we try to do our best

but we're on a quest to be demolished

it's your right, so don't be shy

day and night you're smitten by 

the might of a big

the blinding light of a big

in the night of the big, strange, 

beautiful hammer



hammer, hammer, 

big hammer, strange hammer