Black Iron Road - Lyrics - Unextraordinary Gentlemen

Unextraordinary Gentlemen is a musical project formed in Los Angeles in 2005 by bassist keyboardist Richard Pilawski & vocalist lyricist Eric Schreeck to "...explore our love for post-punk, synth-pop, industrial & experimental music combined with the literary genre of Victorian fantasy." The project went public in early 2007, joined by Jennifer Pomerantz on violin. The band's name is a tongue-in-cheek nod to Alan Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

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