Iron Horse

Know Your Onion!

Iron Horse


Shut Out, Pimpled And Angry. 
I Quietly Tied All My Guts Into Knots. 
Gave Up On Trying To Make Them, 
I Figured It'd Take Them Too Long To Look Up And Besides... 

It Was Undeniably Clear To Me I Don't Know Why 
When Every Other Part Of Life Seemed Locked Behind Shutters 
I Knew What Worthless Dregs We've Always Been. 

Lucked Out And Found My Favorite Records 
Lying In Wait At The Birmingham Mall. 
The Songs That I Heard, 
The Occasional Book 
Were The Only Fun I Ever Took. 
And I Got On With Making Myself. 
The Trick Is Just Making Yourself. 

But When They're Parking Their Cars On Your Chest 
You've Still Got A View Of The Summer Sky 
To Make It Hurt Twice When Your Restless Body 
Caves To Its Whims 
And Suddenly Struggles To Take Flight... 

Three Thousand Miles North East 
I Left All My Friends At The Morning Bus Stop Shaking Their Heads. 
"What Kind Of Life You Dream Of? You're Allergic To Love." 
Yes I Know But I Must Say In My Own Defense 
It's Been Undeniably Dear To Me, I Don't Know Why 
When Every Other Part Of Life Seemed Locked Behind Shutters 
I Knew The Worthless Dregs We Are, 
The Selfless, Loving Saints We Are, 
The Melting, Sliding Dice We've Always Been.