What do you know about the hammer and the spike

What do you know about the farm

You don't know

You don't know what it's like

Because you don't know

You don't know you're born



What do you know about the hammer and the chisel

You only know the kitchen and the warm

You don't know about the night shift whistle

Punching the clock to the horn

Because you don't know

You don't know you're born



You don't know

You don't know you're born

You don't know

You don't know you're born



What do you know about the hammer and the nails

Know about the thistles and the thorns

What do you know about the road and the rails

Your heart so weary and your hands all worn

Your hands so weary and your heart all torn

And you don't know

You don't know you're born