Bag of Hammers

I am all in a ball
 In your front yard
 I have this bag of hammers
 And I won't ask to come in
 'Cause I have sold everything
 Still I have, have got some manners
 And there's a hole in your head
 Spilled your thoughts on the floor
 We wanted you bad
 You wanted it more
 The trick is
 You do not get on that interstate bus
 The catch is
 You stay and see what becomes of us
 Shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house
 Distress the wood, make it shout
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 And as sharp as I sting, as sharp as I sing
 It still soothes you, doesn't it?
 Like a lick of ice cream
 I am all in a ball
 In your front yard
 I have this bag of hammers
 And I won't ask to come in
 'Cause I have sold everything
 Still I have, have got some manners
 Shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house
 Distress the wood, make it shout
 ♪
 And as sharp as I sting, as sharp as I sing
 It still soothes you, doesn't it?
 Like a lick of ice cream