verse one:
past the new pillars rising from the Ohi-yo
the smell begins and my lungs start to cave in
furnace clouds the sun, but beside me on the road
ramped up on a trailer, with doors welded in
chorus:
'tween this rockwall and rail line, I can't breathe
throat's on fire, hear Dixie echo, shore to shore
more steel from the mill, another door, another wreath
me and orange dodge charger, jumping through the ore
verse two:
'round the new pillars rising from the Ohi-yo
singin' steel 'neath my tires, blue girders overhead
coaltrain cloud of pure black blankets the town below
Arrin ore built it, mill forged it, piles of rust and dead
verse three:
plunders almost over, canals and rails have disappeared
the need for greed has been replaced with rubble and weeds
the jobs are gone, cuz ev'rything's made in the eastern hemisphere
respiration and perspiration, a new solution of pollution inside me