Kopparslagare

Lyrics

[Intro]
Step right up, step right up to the morning light!
Did you think you were the victor of the midnight fight?
In the blue corner, wearing yesterday's clothes...
In the red corner, the heavy hitter everybody knows!

[Verse 1]
The curtains pull back and the referee counts to ten,
You try to lift your heavy head but you’re on the ropes again.
You took the title last night with a dozen heavy pours,
But the foreman of the foundry is knocking at your doors.
He traveled down from Sweden just to work inside your brain,
A blue-collar brawler bringing the beautiful pain.

[Chorus]
He’s the Kopparslagare!
Swinging his hammer at the break of day!
The undisputed coppersmith of the morning light,
Forging out a headache from the glory of the night!
Listen to the rhythm of the anvil and the brass,
The Kopparslagare is dropping you fast.

[Verse 2]
It’s a hot-metal hammering right behind the eyes,
A Scandinavian craftsman who takes you by surprise.
He’s beating out a kettle from the center of your skull,
Making sure the ringing in the room is never dull.
They named him for the copper workers pounding on the tin,
Now he’s throwing combinations that rattle on your chin!

[Chorus]
He’s the Kopparslagare!
Swinging his hammer at the break of day!
The undisputed coppersmith of the morning light,
Forging out a headache from the glory of the night!
Listen to the rhythm of the anvil and the brass,
The Kopparslagare is dropping you fast.

[Bridge]
Bob and weave, kid, grab a glass of water,
This industrial champion is looking for a slaughter.
He’s got the furnace burning in the back of your throat,
He’s the heavyweight king, he's the absolute goat.

[Outro]
Down goes the champion, down goes the pride.
The coppersmith is working on the inside.
Listen to the ringing.
Ten... nine... eight...
Don't bother getting up, the man is still shaping a kettle out of your left temple.