Intro
(Strike)
(Clack)
Iron on the flint
(Strike)
Verse 1
Scraped rim grinding on the curb at two
Half-stripped cable hanging black and blue
Cough up grit from the underpass breeze
Oil-slick puddle up around my knees
Split lip bleeding on a rusted fork
Concrete rattle in the way I talk
Clean doors lock when my shadow walks past
Heavy sole dragging on the gravel and glass
Zero on the gauge and the cold won't quit
Rotten teeth biting on a copper bit
Got a dull orange flash in a dead cul-de-sac
Broken rear window taped thick in the black
Let the sirens echo, let the guard dog bark
Never want the morning, gotta feed that spark
Chipped steel scraping on a raw stone edge
Dropping down heavy off the overpass ledge
Chorus
Strike that iron on the flint (strike)
Smoke in the alley where the daylight went (went)
Ugly on the gravel, yeah we run this tint (tint)
Never wash clean, leaving every dent (dent)
Strike that iron on the flint (strike)
Yellow teeth smiling when the road gets bent (bent)
Verse 2
Wet zip-tie holding up the front bumper
Rotten exhaust coughing like a heavy thumper
Six-inch scratch down the driver-side door
Mud from the ditch drying crust on the floor
Pretty folks park where the high beam glows
I take the ditch where the runoff flows
Tape on the wires and the sub shakes loose
Alternator screaming on a high-volt juice
Skin like sandpaper, knuckle like lead
Rolling with the damage while the town goes dead
Cold tube buzzing in the midnight rain
Rusted iron dragging on a chain-link fence
They want polish, they want clean
I want the slag and the smell of machine
Heavy boot stomp on the cellar grate
Eating cold salt off a tin-can plate
Chorus
Strike that iron on the flint (strike)
Smoke in the alley where the daylight went (went)
Ugly on the gravel, yeah we run this tint (tint)
Never wash clean, leaving every dent (dent)
Strike that iron on the flint (strike)
Yellow teeth smiling when the road gets bent (bent)
Bridge
No soft hands, no silk sheet
Nothing stays smooth when it hits this street
You want sleep? Go lock your doors
We take the night on the dirty floors
Sparks jump high in a pitch-black yard
Nothing in the chest ever beats this hard
Hold that blade to the curb tonight
We don't need the sun when the friction’s bright
Outro
(Strike)
Iron on the flint
(Strike)
Watch it catch
Cold spark falling on a black-dash latch
(Strike)
Leave the dent
Iron on the flint
