No Glamour In The Hammer - Whitehorse
There's no glamour in the hammer but they sell it at the big 'n' tall
They'll fit a king like a prince in a joker's pair of coveralls
When your motor chair stalls tell the cop you've seen it all
There's no getting out of this one
There's no getting out of this
Got no ambien no secondal no genie in a lithium bottle
Just a first aid kit and a suicidal lingerie model
Keep the trunk locked up rev the engine hammer the throttle
There's no getting out of this one
There's no getting out of this
You got a camouflage lover
And a bulletproof kiss
Way up on the escarpment on a good day you can see the smokestacks
Down below ST. Joe's spilling over with heart attacks
Down the east steps fitzcaraldo covers up your tracks
There's no getting out of this one
There's no getting out of this
You got a camouflage lover
And a bulletproof kiss
And a bulletproof kiss
