Harsh, perceiving, ample City of the Iron Leg They say you are one of a kind.
Well make no doubt the men have seen anything but shine. And they call at you like a perilous call.
The alleyway sounds nothing of the sort, only for a midnight brawl. And they seem to know the difference between right & wrong. Even the locals know some officers are corrupt.
And to those livid with doubt, pity, and shame.
You'll never see a place with such beauty to its name. Throwing musical choruses among the work of the crowd, there's not but a singer, a singer so loud Even the city thanks to their grace Counting their time until the melody sways Might like a lion prowling for meat, sly like a hound that no one can beat Joining Digging Entrepreneur Sawing Structuring, forming, rejoicing Gleaming with joy, showing his face Nobody knows how hard this takes Gleaming like a covalent little child Gleaming like a tunnel digger seeing the sun that's mild