Christ almighty life's a hurricane...

got a broke umbrella in the yellow rain.

'Tween the errs of Eve and the mark of Cain,

I just can't break free of this being born stain.

'Cause them cinderblock walls,

they don't fall down,

they don't fall down...

not without being hammered on.

Now my woman say she love me but how's that true,

when she beats me with her tongue till I'm black and blue?

Lord it's a camels back and I ain't got a clue

when that last straw hits quite what I'll do.

'Cause them cinderblock walls,

they don't fall down

they don't fall down...

not without being hammered on.

Been sitting twenty damn years beneath the money tree

wondering why the hell the fruit won't fall for me.

See my dirt poor palms stretched out in vain

while the moths of poverty eat holes in my brain.

'Cause them cinderblock walls,

they don't fall down

they don't fall down...

not without being hammered on.

Now like all cinderblock men, inside I'm hollow.

My dreams dried up and soon my pride followed.

Guess they'll write on my tombstone the day I'm gone

this one here got tired of being hammered on.

'Cause them cinderblock walls,

they don't fall down

they don't fall down...

not without being hammered on.