Everyone cuts shadows into the tempered light
Swinging orange beams are blistering on the floor
It’s not a pretty sight
If you’d call this vision at all
Down in the foundry
That’s where they’ll case up my heart
Oh Oooh Oh Oooh
Six hundred men counting the reasons to leave
That’s 599 if you count me out
It’s 601 if you count me in
Either way it doesn’t matter
Aw man
Cuz down in the foundry
I’ll be back before I leave
