Lyrics:
The Iron Bullet
By
Phill Scullard
2014
Verse 1
200 tons of moulded iron running down a steel road
Across the southern plains of the American States
heart
But I never ask no one to carry my load
American house, American shoes
Gimme that thing called American blues
American work, American pay
aye
Gyeah
[Hook: Dedric]
Nigga imma iron em
Zeroin my iron
Zeroin my iron (eh-eh)
Zeroin my iron
I be zeroin my iron
I be zeroin my iron
I be zeroin
Iron out the scuff knead it, no longer tough
The only fear it may not be enough, why
American Greed American Greed, I can't stop
American Greed
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad,
I no dey hear Word
Iron Head
Iron Head
Helmet dey learn work
Iron man dey stark bread
Just like Anthony Edward
Yeah I'm at the balcony you mad hommie
it, then she throw it, yeah she work it (yup)
I seen your Instagram but you look better up in person (uh huh, ayy ayy)
I think her booty fake, she say
the mornin')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American
it, then she throw it, yeah she work it (yup)
I seen your Instagram but you look better up in person (uh huh, ayy ayy)
I think her booty fake, she say
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III is the name of an Iron Maiden vocalist and is also the name of the second track on Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s EP, Slow
busy, tappin' the heat
Why bother with this history
Part o' Zug's great Mystery
Detroit Iron Works bought the isle
First blast furnace built with style
She's American made, red, white, blue mama
Got ass for days, that's what I'm telling you
She can skin a buck, drive a truck, run a chainsaw
Work
for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
I died for American Oil
Our own little black iron curtain
We All American We some Cowboys
We say over yonder and y'all and Yes ma'am
We some some patriots
Wave the flag high
Work sun up to sun down we
we are that way our country will be stronger, more prosperous, more ready for the future. And we can still disagree.
My fellow Americans, in the work
and the roses that I bought for her were feeling down
So I walked down to the corner store
This guy says “hey kid, she don't work here anymore”
American kids
I like my heroes
To be honest and strong
I wear t-shirts
And blue jeans
I try to understand
All the cultures of this world
I'm an American from
fight a man)
Climb to the top like I'm Spider-Man (I'm Spider-Man)
Bobbing and weaving like Iron-Man (Iron-Man)
If I need work I'll hire man (I'll hire
started countin' lifts when he comes home
Pump it up don't bring it down
He made a trip to the United States
First time worn American shades
A hard
started countin' lifts when he comes home
Pump it up don't bring it down
He made a trip to the United States
First time worn American shades
A hard
work and we play and we have our own ways
And we don't all look alike
But if the cause is right we stand up and fight
To protect our American pride
The devils commitment surpasses his greed
Men in Power
They've got an iron grip
This battles done before it starts
You better call it quits
You better learn
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