all the pain in life you feel
all the filth in the world you see
meet me at the iron place and kneel
I will show you the way to be free
the letters are black and white on red
the notes in the air; heavy as lead
when they reach your home
they are already dead
like the old-timers lying on your bed
all the filth in the world you see
meet me at the iron place and kneel
I will show you the way to be free
the letters are black and white on red
the notes in the air; heavy as lead
when they reach your home
they are already dead
like the old-timers lying on your bed