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on the old iron
Sunday mornings wouldn't be the same without a loud one, all through the shires
Come and join our club, we welcome one and all

Hey kids, we're

Iron Hand

Dire Straits

Nintendo: White Knuckle Scorin'

1991

The blue line they got the given sign
The belts and boots march forward in time
The wood and leather the club and shield
Swept like a wave across

wearing a motorcycle helmet, 
Help me im a phsyco with a knife and mental illness
Give me a gun I am troublesome, cause I'm quick to pop a rapper like hes

fuck around and spray sumn
In The Club, all you was heard Many Men drop
Thought I was playin 50
I got a track with Elzhi but that ain't good enough
I'm

Mud and random violence
Business is the way to stay
The bloody hand of tyrants
Convinced yet? Sail and ask
My buddy Andrew Ryan
A grip of iron never