Text: Sleater-Kinney. Ironclad.

You went down in the very first round
sitting ringside in a tiny town
knock out
first round!

This could be our very last stand
The Monitor and the Merrimac
too bad you're ironclad!

When you fall you will fall the hardest
When you call you will call the loudest

Who do you love?
What would you kill
to make a heart stand still?
What would you pay
to make the hate go away?

Why battle-cry dry your eyes
no one can hear you
Once iron made heart or spadeno one can steal you