[Verse 1] He walks in iron rain Through ash and broken glass A giant in the shell Of a world that would not last
Laser on his shoulder Power fists at his side He don’t flinch, don’t bow He keeps that line alive
[Pre-Chorus] Mutants holler from the hills Raiders circle like hounds But he plants both boots And he don’t back down
[Chorus] For the free, for the free Hold that line with me For the free, for the free Let the wild world see Tin heart, iron hands We’ll take back this land For the free, for the free Stand up, stand up
[Verse 2] He seen the red dust fall On farms and rusted gates Seen kids with empty canteens And mothers count the days
So he roams from ruin to ruin With a vow in every stride If there’s hope left in this wasteland He’s gonna keep it alive
[Pre-Chorus] When the moon hangs low and mean And the sirens start to rise He lifts that chin to the storm With fire in his eyes
[Chorus] For the free, for the free Hold that line with me For the free, for the free Let the wild world see Tin heart, iron hands We’ll take back this land For the free, for the free Stand up, stand up
[Bridge] I know the night gets long I know the road gets hard But one good soul can turn A graveyard into stars
So if you hear that march Rolling through the haze That’s the future calling out Through the smoke and rage
[Final Chorus] For the free, for the free Hold that line with me For the free, for the free Let the wild world see Tin heart, iron hands We’ll take back this land For the free, for the free Stand up, stand up
Стиль музыки
Country with a driving mid-tempo stomp, galloping acoustic-guitar pulse, big snare snaps, and steel-guitar licks answering each line; verse rides tense and sparse with low bass and marching kick, pre-chorus opens into rising gang harmonies, chorus hits wide with stacked male vocals and handclaps. Laredo-style twang, dusty close-mic lead, sharp delay throws, boot-stomp fills, and a bright punchy mix, country