Lyrics:
cross in the back lot
Bury me when the rains run hot
Bury me when the foundry's rot
When the foundry's rot, rot
No one ever should treat you unkind
No one
around)
Yeah make shift when you prep that foundry
(When you prep that foundry)
Uh rainy days bet it's getting cloudy
(Clear it out)
Scrub the blood don't
My old man was a good old man
Skilled in the moulding trade
In the stinking heat of the iron foundry
My old man was made
Down on his knees in
Foundry shit, boy founding things
My team upcoming like B.R.I.C.S
Foundry shit, boy founding things
Pour up the glass, stick burn and ash, that beat I
caste
Chorus 1:
A government builds resentment.
a foundry that builds extremists.
Verse 2:
This war of attrition
Lacking in term limits
out of touch
Pig iron for the local foundries
In all the surrounding counties
Iron Works to Great Lakes Steel
Smokin' iron makin' deal
Drill that hole, tap that
still hot from the foundry
Smoke rises from the freshly made cut
I laugh like the Devil as I start to fuck you up
No respect for the people around you
store
The foundry's overrun
And the walls are teeming
With the preacher's own
You'll earn the right to wonder
Or you'll end up teething
On their finger
to breathe must run away
I'm forging on the trail I blaze
Down I go to the foundry's glow
But not alone the sentries step forth
Engage with force!
Ignite
this town to a foundry
Everything that I do is in your image
Every action I take hoping it
Mirrors what you would do
Can't believe your gone my heart is
all the widows in tragedy
And lit fires in the cores of the foundries
They lit fires in the cores of the foundries
Jane Doe walked alone on a main road
Of a new era, breaking out of the cage
Sparks fly, as we hammer the creed
In the foundry's flame, our spirits freed
(Together) No more servitude, no more
pollinated give it to the foundry
Ones who got us into this I'm sure they're resting soundly
What is a king but without the crown
Tearing at the walls
of the boundaries
Out of the words
Out of the lines
Light up the fire
Light up the foundries
Ahhhâ?¦ ahhhâ?¦ ahhhâ?¦
I denied I would hide
I denied the light
I
think I was a foundry
Cabin in the hills
No one around me
Run up if you want
I can show you where the ground is
Hounded by my demons
I chop em up
Even
down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are
down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are
I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day
Like a blind street musician I never see those who pay
It's dirty work in Birmingham
Better
… closed down, ah, and I … went to the
foundry, only four blocks from the club and got a job doing the same kind
of work I was in East St. Louis. So
Beck, Stewart, Wood)
I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "So
"Willie, God bless you, God bless you, goodbye"
In the scorching hot sands of a foundry, I'm toiling
Just a-toilin' and sweatin' my poor life away
When
more toothpaste
(You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is
You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry
bless you goodbye"
In the scorching hot sand of the foundry I'm workin'
Toiling and working my poor life away
They'll measure my grave on the banks
I was a miner
I was a docker
I was a railway man
Between the wars
I raised a family
In times of austerity
With sweat at the foundry
Between
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