Hammer's Sitting Still Songtext
von Danielson

I just lost my finger
And I′ve dropped my hammer down
I pour out on this poor ladder
And my work boots can't be found
I feel held back and frustrated
(Incomprehensible)
Insecure and I′m annoyed
(For daughters and sons)

All my bubbles have been bursted
(When we ask for bread)
And I'm left with shoulders bruised
(We have nothing to feed)


Work is robbing me of living
(Incomprehensible)
They were right about my dreams
(For daughters and sons)
My dad's building
(Papa will not give us love)
While I stand here
(When we ask for bread)
Should this even be a song?
(We have nothing to feed)

Songs are either written in fields
Or on couches, which way′s best?
Oh, I now see there is freedom
In the working with your hands
I′ve read justice is the measure
Righteousness the, the plumb line
When I finally have my hammers
And that they are sitting still
I'll still have construction humor
It is set in this old stone

So when will I finish this job
And move on to what I love?
You know I feel oh so ready
I′ll get up now for it is good