Empty can blows across the street Sun is beating down hard Walking down commercial, Gal says "I heard so and so's in town this weekend" You say, "Sounds fun" Etcetera Your lips are dry and sticking to your teeth You say, "I wish I had a Coca-Cola" And you cover your mouth Like it'd make the words not come out And the genie cackles behind you As you open your mouth to argue He says, "Of course that counts- It also counted when you said 'I wish my parents would leave me alone' You should've wished for more wishes" Empty van baking in the sun And collecting heat Waiting to blast it all into your face The next time you slump into that chair Whizzing down a big long road A song you know plays on the station you like It reminds you of summers you spent Working at your uncle's factory Where they build the hammers It taught you a lesson about humility And it's hard to feel it at all sometimes And it's hard to feel it at all sometimes And it's hard to feel it at all The hammer comes down The hammer comes down The hammer comes