The wish you plead and the things you sought,
We all think, we all though,
Th things I’ve done and the world I’ve seen,
Don’t measure up to you my queen,
I’d take one for the other and work my way through this machine.
God damn this cursed iron fist,
When I lose control, oh no.
The first train out while the last one drones,
We’ll all sing we’re going home,
As the curtain swings in to cover up,
Our secrets kept, our love enough.
Give me the strength, I know,
And please believe me,
Oh girl, this is what I’ve become and I’m going to leave it up to you,
What are you going to do.
I don’t want to lose your hold on me.
Pay no attention to this iron fist.