Ironclad Railsplitter

Under the iron girders,

hiding in the cold Waiting for the whistle,

doing what we're told But the engines are screaming,

the trap is set And the steel is cold as it gets

CHOP THE TRACKS, WE OWN THE NIGHT (hey,

hey)

CHOP THE TRACKS, WE CHOOSE THE FIGHT (hah)

Sparks are flying upward,

shadow on the wall No one's gonna save them,

watch the empire fall Now we take the cargo,

now we make our stand With the iron and the fire

in our hand

STAND DOWN (hoooorrraaaahhh)

CHOP THE TRACKS, WE OWN THE NIGHT (hey,

hey) CHOP THE TRACKS,

WE CHOOSE THE FIGHT (hah)