Paul Pedana - Foundry Caveau testo lyric

TESTO

“Hey Henry, Joe!
That ol’ whiste’s hollerin’
Let’s ditch this joint for a swig of firewater
Whaddaya Say?
Fist round of gut-warmer on me”

There is a dark place
Called the second hell

Dreg, rust, grime, lump
The foreman rings the bell
Ponds of black dirt
Stench of burning soul

Over the hatch
Unaware of the foe
They make tools for the “peace”
Stored in Foundry Caveau

Put on these gloves
Christ! Is burning fierce

Big Joe the caster man
Molten steel his beat

Over the hatch
Unaware of the foe
They make tools for the “peace”
Stored in Foundry Caveau

Mike Groon the pattern-maker
Work those pieces of wood

Larry Fin big hand
Poor the steel
Where the fire reigns

John Hawk
The quality checker
Sharp eyes like a shin

Over the hatch
Unaware of the foe
They make tools for the “peace”
Stored in Foundry Caveau