[Verse 1] Alarm on the table Coffee tastes like rust Boots on cold concrete Clock don't care 'bout trust Hands on iron Back on the rope Breath smells like metal Tongue full of smoke
[Chorus] It’s all steel and smoke All day in my lungs I bend but I don’t I don’t come undone Yeah It’s steel and smoke Grinding in my bones I work I sweat Just to drag this body home
[Verse 2] Boss man barking From his little glass throne Says "pick up the pace Boy" In a voice made of stone Knuckles split open Grease on my name Heart keeps ticking Through the fire and the flame
[Chorus] It’s all steel and smoke All day in my lungs I bend but I don’t I don’t come undone Yeah It’s steel and smoke Grinding in my bones I work I sweat Just to drag this body home
[Bridge] [Band drops to half-time groove] One more shift One more scar (oh yeah) One more mile In this beat-up car I ain’t rich But I ain’t broke I’m still standing In the steel and the smoke
[Chorus] It’s all steel and smoke All day in my lungs I bend but I don’t I don’t come undone Yeah It’s steel and smoke Grinding in my bones I work I sweat Just to call this life my own
Musikstil
rock, Mid-tempo hard blues rock, crunchy overdriven rhythm guitars locked to a tight drum pocket and thick bass groove; male vocals with grit and growl. Verses stay close and conversational over a stripped riff, chorus widens with gang shouts and doubled lead. Subtle funky inflections on the guitar, short call-and-response backing vocals, and a brief breakdown to let the pocket breathe before the final hook., funky, deep, vocal, blues