The Black Country

Back from Vilnius and back from Rome
 Back from Z7 my second home
 back from Yukon and De Rots
 Back from Brazil but the boys are gone
 Smell of burning metal I know so well
 pipes of Paul are loud as hell
 riding hard and riding long
 to get back where I feel strong
 I'm back in the Black Country
 Sometimes when you're desperate, you can push too hard
 you can keep on pushing until it all falls apart
 you see your dream is dying it can break your metal heart
 the father of the unborn girl was dead
 Back to work in the factory
 might break my back but it won't break me
 got to pay for flights that I did not take
 to a place I've never been again
 Smell of burning metal I know so well
 pipes of Paul are loud as hell
 riding hard and riding long
 to get back where I feel strong
 I'm back in the Black Country
 Sometimes when you're desperate, you can push too hard
 you can keep on pushing until it all falls apart
 you see your dream is dying it can break your metal heart
 the father of the unborn girl was dead
 But they brought him back to life again in the Black Country
 in the Black Country
 I'm back in the Black Country