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It’s habit of the blues

To run faster than good news

To run faster like a horse at speed of light

They will always win the race

Any time and any place

Iron horses running wild all through the night

Glassy eyeballs colder than ice

Scan the night no darkness too deep

Turn to hell the last paradise

Only by a glance

At the speed of light

It’s a scary flight

Rides the iron horse

They are loose and fancy-free

Messengers of tragedy

On the battlefields and every frontline

Still the first to reach the goal

The best actors on their role

To bring sorrow and grief all over the land

There’s no chance to avoid their attacks

Much too suddenly comes up their storm

Al you can do is stop in your tracks

It’s a tempest no an iron horse

It’s a devil no an iron horse

It’s habit of the blues…

At a speed of light

It’s a scary flight

Rides an iron horse

No an iron horse

No an iron horse