Iron&Steel

The trees will fade away.
Years and years from today.
Not one man will remain.
In this joyless game.

Oceans will dry up.
Burn under the sun.
The sun itself will die.
Up in the bright blue sky.

Words of love won't last.
As said in the past.
They always turn to dust.
Just as a man, they must.

Love's lost its appeal.
Zealots lose their zeal.
The music lost its feel.
Nothing seems quite real.

Pop don't make a splash.
Country has no flash.
Classics just don't dare.
Folk is barely there.
Punk lost all its hair.
The Blues just aren't fair.

Love's lost its appeal.
Zealots lose their zeal.
The music lost its feel.
Nothing seems quite real.
The rush is without wheels.
We need iron and steel.

Yeah, Metal's the way.
I do it every day.

Call it electric.
Call it goth.
Call it hectic.
Call us off.

If it won't stop.
That's the spirit.
Talking to cops.
Who won't hear it.

Rock the widows.
What a task.
Smash the windows.
Break the mask.

In the streets.
What's the talk?
That new beat.
Pyroclastic rock!

So when love's lost its appeal.
And zealots lose their zeal.
When music lost its feel.
And nothing seems quite real.
You're rushing without wheels.
Stomp it with your heel.
Throw away that meal.
Tell me what's the deal.
I can't take this spiel.
We need iron and steel.