Iron Fist Songtext
von Goldfinger

Standing in the road and it′s rush hour
Wishing I was far from this scene
Standing in the road and I'm freezing
It′s hard to breathe

This morning I was dreaming of angels
Covered in the warmth of their wings
This morning was a different lifetime I've come to believe

So now I'm answering a million questions
Racking up my legal fees
Everyone′s assuming I′m guilty

So now I'm watching as my house is raided
Like I′m some sort of terrorist
I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist
More like an iron fist


Sitting on my couch like a leper
Interrogated sociopath
One hand is resting on their holster the other their staff
In my life I've been trained to respect them
Bred only to protect and serve
Now I know that they are paid by the wealthy
The meek won′t be heard

If I become what they had taught me that is wrong
I lose allegiance to the country that I'm born
The country that I am born

I always knew that they would find nothing
No weapons, just a mind of my own
This country was built only on treason
These homes for the slaves
Homes for the slaves