’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