Gotta a hammer that will fit your head lyrics

I got a hammer that will fit your head

I wrote this, and about 15 other songs, when I found out my brother died of a heroin OD. Writing songs about it seemed to be the only way to deal with it. I couldn’t believe he didn’t reach out to me, but I guess when you are that deep into the junk you don’t want your family around. 

Every line is from his, our, lives, I probably wrote it, and other’s without stopping once. It just spewed out of me, it was like a cleansing. The actual song is in the November 2022 posts for some reason. I guess I should get them in the same post. 

Verse 1
You can’t feel anything more than this
A car crash would feel like bliss
I want to hate him but feel the love
Even though I hate all his stuff

Crashes through my bedroom door
Then I pick him up off the floor
Cops arrested him the other night
I punched my dad cuz I needed a fight

It hurts so much I want to die
I want to care but I can’t even try
His Camaro parked out on the lawn
Used to be kids and that’s all gone

Short bridge
Wear a t-shirt in the fucking cold!
Fuck being old!
Fuck being old!
Wear a t-shirt in the fucking cold!
Fuck being old!gf

Verse 2
Used to punch me until it hurt
Shoved his face into the dirt
Don’t fuck with us
We’ll fuck you up
You think we foolin’, don’t fuck with us

Chorus
I’ll take a chainsaw to your front door
And smoke a cig on your bedroom floor
Still got a hammer that will fit your head
You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead
(You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead)

Verse 3
Why you paying for what others think
Think about it you can smell the stink
Don’t be a fucking fool
Look around and see the true

Expectations are a borrowed weight
Don’t even worry there is no straight
There really is no right or wrong
That’s why I wrote this fucking song

Prechorus
My little bro shreds his fucking thing
And got a buddy who thinks he can sing
They play in the winter in a fucking shed
My brother would rather be fucking dead

Chorus
I’ll take a chainsaw to your front door
And smoke a cig on your bedroom floor
Still got a hammer that will fit your head
You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead
(You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead)

Bridge

This ain’t turning out like you thought?
Postage stamp with some micro dot
This be some fucking heavy shit
Ain’t like sucking on your momma’s tit

Dope deals in the underground
Nobody gonna fuck us around
You think you know things
You don’t know shit!

Chorus
I’ll take a chainsaw to your front door
And smoke a cig on your bedroom floor
Still got a hammer that will fit your head
You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead
(You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead)
You’’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead
You’ll be done and you’ll wake up dead