Unextraordinary Gentlemen
Текст песни Black Iron Road

There is a big black bridge and it spans over hundreds of blocks
So those below catch the trash that is thrown
There's a plague don't you know going 'round, a horrible pox
Sick are the shades walking pale and afraid
They sob, “Why, oh when will it stop?”

The bridge it is called Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows

There is a pitch-black bridge a creaking leviathan over us
Some come below with a bullet in their bones
There's a well in our town where we throw the cold ones down an abyss
Sad are the days waking pale and afraid
Crying, “Why, oh god! Make it stop!”

The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows
The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows

Thunder is a train
The sky is predatory
The light of the day never comes down this way
The sun will never burn away the murders of the night
Clamor and fight all you like
The scarlet riders still come down on the breeze
Whatever those smoke and grease machines are hauling
Is falling into us
We need another fix real soon

The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
The red wind it blows

There are ghosts, travelers say
Stay away from the place down below