Story Behind the Song
This is the result of a general disgust for politicians. Especially ones with the intelligence of 6-year olds.
Lyrics
Theres something on the runway.
Theres someone on the tracks.
The hammers are low to the ground.
What will they say?
When the bullets start blowing back?
Does this juggernaut work in reverse?
And you ask me what will I believe?
Nothing until you bleed.
Cold, fast, black, and bitter.
With people on the B-Train.
Coal, Steel, Smoke, and Leather.
Heres a story of a young boy.
Son of oil, son of priviledge.
Its a story you all know/
What will he say?
When the people drill down to facts?
Is there room for the spoils and the spoiled in the hearse?
We want to see you bleed.
Cold, fast, black, and bitter.
With people on the B-Train.
Coal, Steel, Smoke, and Leather.
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