Under the Hammer Songtext
von Flashlight Faces

I always count the years
But all of us are still here
The landmarks and timeslots
You take what you have got

The years of acting strange
Were safely stored away
The streets could really talk
At least a couple blocks

But the history of hanging out is
Under the hammer
The counter and the ashtray couch are
Under the hammer

So get your hands on the handle
And dig out the remote control
And turn off this channel

The duplicated man
The jackboot marching band
Their banners on the bridge
They′re proud of what they did


But we were never proud
Just really fucking loud
The speakers in the van
The High Life in the can

But the history of how's it going is
Under the hammer
The northern lights and darkest nights are
Under the hammer

So get your hands on the handle
And dig out the remote control
And turn off this channel

Far away
They′re copying the game
Back at home
It's one long dial tone
Ninety years
Of building People's Road
Make it wide
We need a place to go

I downed the sugar pack
You left in the hatchback
The temperature dropped far
I couldn′t start the car


I found a spark of heat
Got feeling in my feet
The days ahead are long
So how about a song?

But the history of rambling on is
Under the hammer
The radio for burning hearts is
Under the hammer

And the history of rambling on is
Under the hammer
The radio for burning hearts is
Under the hammer

So get your hands on the handle
And dig out the remote control
And turn off this channel