Iron Choir

Iron Choir

Verse 1 Cold metal bites through thrift store jeans
Friday lights wash the field in scenes. We sit up high where shadows play
Trading fries and looking away. Mascots tumble
parents clap
Caught inside the Friday trap. Headphones on and polish chipped
From the script we have slipped.

Verse 2 Band kicks in the same old three
Brass shouting out for victory. Down there the play is always gold
Doing exactly what they’re told. Up here we talk of late night toons
Weird science facts and cartoons. Sketching monsters on the page
Burning boredom, fueling rage.

Pre-Chorus Every insult, every slam
Rides along on where I am. Stack them up to build a front
Out of all the quiet rage.
Chorus This is the choir in the rusty row
Stomping rhythm where the outcasts go. Raising plastic like a prize
Shouting verses at the skies. Under cheap lights
we don’t fade

Fierce in the circle that we made. Leave the glory to the team
We want the noise and the steam.
Verse 3 One kid taps a ring on steel
A heavy sound that you can feel. Another hums a low note out
Snakes between the whistle shout. Five then ten begin to chant
Words that the teachers say we can’t. Looking up with puzzled eyes
At the corner where the noise rise.

Pre-Chorus No sheet music, no distinct plan
Just doing the best that we can. Every shake inside the voice
Proving that we made a choice.
Chorus This is the choir in the rusty row
Stomping rhythm where the outcasts go. Raising plastic like a prize
Shouting verses at the skies. Under cheap lights
we don’t fade

Fierce in the circle that we made. Leave the glory to the team
We want the noise and the steam.
Bridge Years from now the field will fade
Helmets rust and scores unpaid. But late at night a song will play
Bringing back the heavy gray. Driving past a brand new gate
Remembering the metal grate. When the losers sang the song
And proved that we were never wrong.

Outro Stadium clears, the trash rolls by
Lights flicker out in the sky. We linger on the metal stand
The loudest quiet in the land.