I just rolled into town
The doors shut up and the shades pulled down
There ain't a single living soul around
Living in irons and chains
Son, welcome to the home of homicide
A super-aid and a safe place to hide
Cause * got bad when the factory died
Living in irons and chains
Irons and chains,
irons and chains Big old bars across the window panes
A whole lot of hate gonna fill these veins Living in irons and chains
So I sang a song on the radio And gave away tickets to my next show
It's a long,
long way from music row Living in irons and chains
It's a lifetime between now and then
I've been around the world and back again
But part of me stays in Michigan Living in irons and chains
Irons and chains,
irons and chains Big old bars across the window panes
A whole lot of hate gonna fill these veins Living in irons and chains
I've been over a walking cane A whole
lot of hate gonna fill these veins
Living in irons and chains A whole lot of hate gonna fan these flames
Living in irons and chains A whole lot of hate gonna fill these veins
Living in irons and chains