Serious Steel (Live)

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

Oh, the bombs went up, and the crunch came down, in the middle of the Penn sic War

It left us stranded in Coopers' field, ten thousand souls and more

We had nothing with us but what we'd brought, our cars and our camping gear

And our arms and armor, tools and skills, we'd worked on all that year

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

So a truce was called, and a council held, and we argued all that night

Then we all set off in a caravan by the early morning light

We had tipped our arrows and pikes with steel and were armored, every one

Our swords and bows hung ready to hand for the time of rattan was done

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

Well, the very first town that we came to, we stopped for fuel and food

The gas-man said he had none to sell, the cops were worse than rude

They drew their guns, we drew our bows, they fired, we won the day

For their backup radios all were dead, and shortly, so were they

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

The very next town that we came to, they had no fuel at all

The mechanic said they could change our cars to run on alcohol

But a thousand cars would take as long as to grow a crop of grain

So we made a deal, and moved on out, in a horse-drawn wagon train

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

The very third town that we came to, the rulers had gone mad

The cops tried to enslave us all and steal what all we had

Well, our armor proved half bulletproof, our weapons worked as well

The townsfolk afterward thanked us all for saving them from hell

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

So, town by town, we worked our way just to take our people home

The legends that we left behind, it seems, would rival Rome

For now the folk come seeking us to take their troubles on

To be their teachers and champions in a world where law is gone

So dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is coming home

How can we not take up the steel for to serve our people's need?

How can we leave our land to fall to any bandit's greed?

We have the skill to save our folk from whatever evil thrives

And admit the truth, this is the chance, we've hoped for all our lives

So, dress your racks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb

Rattling, clanking down the road, dressed in leather and steel and wood

All too aware of history's load, the war is coming home

The war is coming home