"It's hammer time!"
Father's Anvil - Steel BackThe stripes upon my back
They make me a better man
Every lash, every slash
Told me never again to slack
A thud across my shoulders
A ring throughout my soul
Every lash, every slash
The ring of metal on metal
The ring of mettle on mettle
Of the father's hammer
Against the anvil of my back
It is but the forging of spirit
The hardening of steel
The tears into shards
The making of a man
The making of a better man
From the hilt of my shin
To the edge of my chin
My heart is drawn across
Over the rack of my back
Stretched out thin like hard tack
Heat, beat, heat and beat
But no edge is finer
No edge more wield-worthy
Than the father's hammer
Take your hand off my back
If you wish it remain attached
It is my father's anvil
