No Glamour in the Hammer - Whitehorse/Luke Doucet/Melissa McClelland

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