Stick Hard Rocksmith
She walks in with that heavy tread
Ready to hammer it into your head
She takes the wood and she shapes the line
Turning raw timber into something fine
She's turning the wheel,
she's sparking the flame
Nothing she touches will ever stay the same
She makes the stick hard,
carving the stone
Working the timber right down to the bone No room for bending,
it's solid as steel She molds the strength
that is heavy and real
(yeah, real!)
She sands the edges,
she refines the core
Stripping away until there's nothing more
From a simple branch to an iron spine
She crafts the shape of her own design
She's turning the wheel,
she's sparking the flame
Nothing she touches will ever stay the same
She makes the stick hard,
carving the stone
Working the timber right down to the bone No room for bending,
it's solid as steel She molds the strength
that is heavy and real
(oh yeah!)
No compromise in her design She draws the hard,
unwavering line From soft to solid,
she makes it stand True power rests in her working hand
She makes the stick hard,
carving the stone
Working the timber right down to the bone No room for bending,
it's solid as steel She molds the strength
that is heavy and real (real!)
She makes it hard
Solid as steel (yeah!)