It’s always subjective The thing that you see So what’s your objective? What will it be? With those nails and those wrenches The tools in your hand I just have one question If hammers can build If hammers can take If hammers can think If hammers can break the ground that you walk upon Break the ground that you’re standing on, standing on If hammers can crush If hammers can bend Then how do you plan to use your hammer, my friend? Wield your hammer like weapons drawn Or wield your hammer to right what’s wrong, to right what’s wrong? Mmm Only time will show Only time will show Only time will show Only time will show We’re not passing judgment ‘Cause that would be cruel Use your words to bludgeon you As if they were some tool But with those nails and those wrenches The tools in your hand I just have one question If hammers can build If hammers can take If hammers can think If hammers can break the ground that you walk upon Break the ground that you’re standing on, standing on If hammers can crush If hammers can bend Then how do you plan to use your hammer, my friend? Wield your hammer like weapons drawn Or wield your hammer to right what’s wrong, to right what’s wrong? Mmm Only time will show Only time will show Only time will show Only time will show If hammers can build If hammers can take If hammers can think If hammers can break the ground that you walk upon Break the ground that you’re standing on, standing on If hammers can crush If hammers can bend Then how do you plan to use your hammer, my friend? Wield your hammer like weapons drawn Or wield your hammer to right what’s wrong, to right what’s wrong? Mmm Only time will show Only time will show Only time will show Only time will show, mmm