| Pulls black blood from the ground |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| She wears solid gold in her crown |
| Night after night she’s relentless |
| She is a slave-driving queen |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| And lines their pockets with green |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| Her breasts are covered in sweat |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| In a place you’ll never forget |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| At night beneath the moon and the stars |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| And lights the rich man’s cigars |
| Men come to her armed and ready |
| Bankers in suspenders and white shirts |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| And rolls their bones in the dirt |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| Her breasts are covered in sweat |
| She swings a cold black hammer |
| In a place you’ll never forget |