Beau - Shanty Town lyrics

Mountains of iron grow; mountains of iron grow To dwarf the rusty streets which lie below. The heart that once was oak is dead And buried by the iron plates That cross the ribs of steel. Servant and trusting slave; servant and trusting slave – 'Tis here the steed is tamed to ride the waves By sea-strong sinew, numb and dead, Cremated by the burning torch And welded into steel. Links of the rusty chain; links of the rusty chain Can hold the hearts of oak and live again; Can hold the mountain hard and fast To those themselves who must be held Within the grip of steel.