The Man in the Iron Glove

Night is falling on the Capitol Building

What are they doing in there?

On a suicide mission from God, God Willing

Waving their pricks in the air

We’re counting our bullets and counting our guns

Pissing on Canada, eating Nicaragua

Heaven’s above, it’s the Man in the Iron Glove

He’s forgotten the feeling of love.

There’s a red light burning in the Kremlin window

A voice says, please come to bed

But he’s pacing up and down in the Moscow shadows

As the Bomb goes off in his head

I’m counting my bullets and counting my guns

Just call me Rocketman, goodbye Afghanistan

Heavens Above, it’s the Man in the Iron Glove

He’s forgotten the feeling of love

The Men in the Iron Gloves are sad

That no one understands

If they ever took them off we’d see their velvet hands

There’s a late light burning in the Oval Office

Peace is shattered by a ring of the phone

A voice that trembles at the end of the line

Says, Mr President, are you alone?

I been counting my bullets and counting my guns

But everywhere I see, people afraid of me

Heaven’s above, we’re the Men in the Iron Gloves

We’ve forgotten the feeling of love

The Men in the Iron Gloves

Nobody loves the Men in the Iron Gloves

Nobody cares if they’re hawks or doves,

They’re just men wearing iron gloves

Nobody knows why they wear those iron clothes

Nobody cares if they’re hawks or doves,

They’re just men wearing iron gloves

Nobody loves the Men in the Iron Gloves.