American Steel

In the Flatlands it's uphill everywhere you go
I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses

At the black man, white man heading off to work
Hard luck, hard luck, and hard living
Then the fog rolls in and we'll do it all again
Hard luck, hard luck, and hard living

See the kids in the streets
Learning how to hate
Lockdown
Cell block 3228

You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster
Try to run but you couldn't live any faster

Like Loverboy said, we be working for the weekend
So the butchers go and cut it up in Brokeland

Well laid plans, one night stands and fisticuffs
Whiskey, women, and blackguarding
Monday morning, black-eyed toiling, already had enough
Whiskey, women, and blackguarding

Adeline, Adeline
Sweet Adeline
Bottle to the face cuts to the chase
Let's paint this town fucking black and blue

You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster
Try to run but you couldn't live any faster

You're gonna need someone around
There's always gonna be someone there to push you down

You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster
Try to run but you couldn't live any faster
Whiskey, women, and blackguarding