The Black Country

Back from Vilnius and back from Rome back from Z7 my second home back from Yukon and De Rots Back from Brazil but the boys are gone smell of burning metal I know so well pipes of Paul are loud as hell riding hard and riding long to get back where I feel strong I'm back in the Black Country Sometimes when you're desperate, you can push too hard you can keep on pushing until it all falls apart you see your dream is dying it can break your metal heart the father of the unborn girl was dead Back to work in the factory might break my back but it won't break me got to pay for flights that I did not take to a place I've never been again smell of burning metal I know so well pipes of Paul are loud as hell riding hard and riding long to get back where I feel strong I'm back in the Black Country Sometimes when you're desperate, you can push too hard you can keep on pushing until it all falls apart you see your dream is dying it can break your metal heart the father of the unborn girl was dead but they brought him back to life again in the Black Country in the Black Country I'm back in the Black Country