’til Kingdom come
i'd rather be a nail than a hammer,
i hear tumultuous waves of protest crash
in the rear of my sensibilities
at the prospect of the changing of the queue
while the hammer pounds to self destruction
i'm left alone, nailed to the cross
forgotten nee'r to be seen by Pharisees 'cept when necessary
as when the widow 'n orphan are being persecuted
underground, off the grid, leave little footprints
'cept those rooted in the divine/invisible invincibility
so that my state is left unnoticed in this biPolar epoch
watching the hyde turn into the jekyll
shifting back then forth perpetually,
ad infinitum/ad nauseam,
waterboard loop, living hell watchin'
i'd rather be a nail than a hammer,
yes I would simon,
so that i can have shelter, mick
wait 'til the storm be overpast, bob
comfort other nails 'til justice prevail
his nail scarred hands 'n feet
the devastation's rubble sweep
'til the storm be overpast
rather be a nail than a hammer
being driven to the core of truth
with blows of pain's instruction,
inevitable/inescapable suffering in the game
'til resurrected from the grave
the nails will be busted free of the coffin's lid
i'll watch the hammer of justice strike freedom's bells
shout with joyous multitudes
while the ones who beat the innocent and weak
into the ground with words 'n violence
are beaten themselves with weapons their own
i'll watch the hammer of truth
shut them up and shut them down for all eternity
and the nail's forged into a glorious kingdom
where love and freedom prevails throughout the universe