Тексты песни «Iron Man»

Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there why should we even care? He was turned...

Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there why should we even care? He was turned...

Go shed the old skin - for the new skin transgression let the old flesh - rotten to trash resurrection seize the old laws riddled by flaws perfection open your mind don't stay behind progression weakness - these days...

Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there Why should we even care? He was turned to...

Go shed the old skin - for the new skin transgression let the old flesh - rotten to trash resurrection seize the old laws riddled by flaws perfection open your mind don't stay behind progression weakness - these days...

You are relentless in the way that you ask me So many questions of my days in the city I wish that I could tell you something But I'm a hostage of my pride I'll take all the heat your packin' Cause I'm an Iron Man I'm...

I am iron man! Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there Why should we even...

Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there Why should we even care? He was turned...

Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there Why should we even care? He was turned...

You could strike a match in my hand Too black to tan Heavy metel rythem from a one man band Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle Whippin at the fairies with a brass belt buckle Born in the ghetto Hard like metal Gotta...