Black Iron Road

There is a big black bridge and it spans over hundreds of blocks
 So those below catch the trash that is thrown
 There's a plague don't you know going 'round, a horrible pox
 Sick are the shades walking pale and afraid
 They sob, "Why, oh when will it stop?"
 The bridge it is called Black Iron Road
 The red wind it blows
 There is a pitch-black bridge a creaking leviathan over us
 Some come below with a bullet in their bones
 There's a well in our town where we throw the cold ones down an abyss
 Sad are the days waking pale and afraid
 Crying, "Why, oh god! Make it stop!"
 The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
 The red wind it blows
 The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
 The red wind it blows
 Thunder is a train
 The sky is predatory
 The light of the day never comes down this way
 The sun will never burn away the murders of the night
 Clamor and fight all you like
 The scarlet riders still come down on the breeze
 Whatever those smoke and grease machines are hauling
 Is falling into us
 We need another fix real soon
 The bridge it is called the Black Iron Road
 The red wind it blows
 There are ghosts, travelers say
 Stay away from the place down below