Lyrics:
I'm going steady with iron ore betty
And she's goin' steady with me
We receive our mail in the same mailbox
And we watch the same tv
I got rug burns
Wood, stone, iron, ore
Gold, emerald, diamonds hoard
Keep the hustle
Hunger score
Keep your grind up
Craft a sword
Wood, stone, iron, ore
Gold,
Wood, stone, iron, ore
Gold, emerald, diamonds, hoard
Keep the hustle
Hunger score
Keep your grind up
Craft a sword
Wood, stone, iron, ore
Gold,
I'm in the cave
Looking for a vein of iron ore
Then in the plains
Where an egg is sitting on the floor
Need sugar cane
So I'm headed to the sandy
Come gather 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men
of his hand
But red dust from the iron ore train’ll
Make a white cocky all stained and rusty
And rich boys and the royal family
They needed water for
could say
Cause when the weather decides
She always has it's way
I'm just an old mouldboard,
Cut from cast iron ore
Never once a broken share
Now
Zinc, lead, tungsten carbide and iron ore
Mined from deep below the earth, for the glory of war
War is our religion
War is our re
Consecrated with
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
With the four yeah yeah with the four
Yeah ima fight a war yeah
Pull Up to the door with my iron ore yeah
With my iron ore yeahhh
(ya'll better pull up)
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be
Never turn iron ore to gold
Never be the one to change the world around
But I'll always keep the time and stay in key
Never drop and never miss a beat
blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door,
The whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam,
They all become Italian dreams
mouth out by the door
The whole town's made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam
They all become Italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth
Get
Seething pot filled with hot liquid up to the top
Spinning ball with molten core of iron ore
What's it for?
Staring out in the dissonance
Black
the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true
to Mexico
And then all the way back again.
Well, I met a man the other day
That I never met before
And he asked me if I wanted a job
A-shoveling iron
The Inter City service
To the rural fields, The Iron grid
An espresso at the Roma termini
A stopover in Triest
Dragging iron ore from Kiruna
All connected by
it
Grab my diamond pickaxe
Mine through the dirt real fast
No cap
Strike some iron ore
Ore
Smelt me some bars right here
Look at that iron sword
Iron
exports were textiles and iron ore
Hasta mañana monsieur
Were the only words that I knew for sure
Hasta mañana monsieur
Were the three little words
and place your orders of
Products from the AWESOME shop
Violent violet boars on your iron ore?
Carnivorous critters crashing your
Caterium conveyors?
Then
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