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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