No Glamour In The Hammer

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 motorchair 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

CHORUS:
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

CHORUS

And a bulletproof kiss