Lose your coat and roll your sleeves
This is demolition time
Inventions full of spit and blood
With blinders for the faint of heart
Fortunes ashes crowd this map
But if I lose, well I dont care
As long as I get good and gone

Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
Now who can wait for the perfect fit
Im hearing the anvil sing
Im hearing the anvil sing

Machine he took a picture of
Of himself for childrens walls
For forty miles the word went out
That he would someday drown us all
Deep inside this vodka clear

But if I lose then I dont care
As long as I get good and gone

Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
Now who can wait for the perfect fit
Im hearing the anvil sing
Im hearing the anvil sing

Let the anvil break
Steal door lies into a whisper
This is demolition time
And if I lose, well I dont care
Im hearing the anvil sing
Im hearing the anvil sing