Laugh at the Iron Fist
Fiddler's Iron Fist
Celtic Punk
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This high-octane Celtic Punk track blasts with distorted guitars and a fast punk rhythm driving relentless energy, layered with piercing tin whistles and folk melody lines that weave through bagpipe swells. The anthemic chorus explodes into rowdy gang vocals, capturing raw pub brawls and worker defiance in gritty production that blends punk distortion with lively acoustic folk chaos. At around 148 seconds, it's a fist-pumping rally cry perfect for chaotic sing-alongs.
Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Brothers, feel the fire Oh, oh Brothers, feel the fire Boots on the floor, sweat on our brow Chasing the dream they said we'd never allow Boss men's with cracks, but we don't break Pockets are empty, hearts wide awake From the factory line to the midnight shift We laugh in the face slow their iron fist To the midnight shift We laugh in the face, slow their iron fist Raise your glass high, sing it loud and free We're the rebels, born wild as the sea No chains can hold us, no kings on thrones We'll dance through the storm, claim what's our own Hey-ho, hey-ho, let the good times roll Bound in the table, feed what's our own Hey-ho, hey-ho, let the good times roll Bound in the table, feeding our souls One more round, feel the rage ignite Tomorrow we fight, tonight we unite No surrender, no bowing low We're the thunder, stealing the show Hey-ho, hey-ho, raise your glass highs high Sing it loud and free We're the rebels, born wild as the sea No chains can hold us, no kings on thrones We'll dance through the storms, we'll dance through the storm Claim what's our own Hey-ho, hey-ho, let the good times roll Bound in the table, feeding our souls Hey-ho, hey-ho, let the good times roll Hey-ho, hey-ho, let the good times roll Bound in the table, feeding our souls Hey-ho, hey-ho Hey-ho, hey-ho Hey-ho, hey-ho Riding the tub, feeding the fire Hey-ho, hey-ho, let the good times roll
Laugh at the Iron Fist
Fiddler's Iron Fist
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