Ironclad Glory

No gloves.

Just

calloused skin and cold gravel.

Down by the shipyards,

under the yellow lamps

I took on the giant

from the ironworks camp

Three rounds of fury,

the mud on my chest

But I was the last one standing,

put him

to rest. (Ahhh)

Bare knuckles, broken teeth,

pride in the clay

I took every blow and I walked away

No crown for the victor,

just blood on the stone But I rule this alley,

I rule it alone!

Ten years of challengers,

men made of stone

They came for the title,

they left

with a groan

In Glasgow, in Dundee,

the pavement remembers

My fists were the iron,

their ribs were the embers.

They ask why I did it,

the scars on my hand (The scars,

the scars) It's the only respect

that they understand.

(Ahhh) Bare knuckles, broken teeth,

pride in the clay

I took every blow and I walked away

No crown for the victor,

just blood on the stone But I rule this alley,

I rule it alone!

(hahaha) Yeah. Unbeaten. Still here.