I hurt the gentlest souls, I robbed my wife and son
I turned my back on troubles, troubles I'd begun
I cut a swath of pain and loss in the hallways of my home
In the quiet of my room I know the things I've done
Save the hammer for the man, save the hammer for the man
It's the calling of the wretched
It's the rising of the damned
Save the hammer for the man
I was driven from the city, in the wilderness I stand