I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This knife of Sheffield steel
Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home
What we're supposed to die for And we're never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows
We can chain you to the rail We can kill you in a jail
The British boots go kick them A (???) in the eye like a flare The British warned themselves
The land of (il)legal dances Land of a thousand stances This knife of Sheffield steel