The Black Country - Blaze Bayley

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