It's said that no one never held a hammer
Or laid a long, hard of steel track down
It's said that no one drives an iron with the fire
Of one-eyed Piston Brown

It's said that Piston Brown was raised by druids
The centre of a forest, warm and green
With nature, they were one
He was a priest and priestess' son
And taught the way of magic in the trees

Now, of course, there is a girl; her name is Sarah
Two fated lovers you have never seen
Enchantment's all they knew
In Eden whеre they grew
And at last, onе day, young Sarah did conceive

The tribe was thrilled with Sarah's dear conception
A ceremony great was now declared
It proclaimed all sorts of signs and planets which aligned
And fulfilled the priesthood's long and careful plan

It's said that no one never held a hammer
Or laid a long, hard of steel track down
It's said that no one drives an iron with the fire
Of one-eyed Piston Brown
You see, if two holy siblings have an offspring
And upon a certain day, it's sacrificed
A great power would befall the priesthood, one and all
And thus, this union carefully was devised

Brown and Sarah were, in fact, two twins, but
Separated young and never told
Maneuvered well enough into falling deep in love
To bear the sacrifice that was foretold

Well, the truth will come out, one way or another
And at ceremony all became unveiled
Though they screamed in vain, Sarah and baby were slain
And Brown fled in his grief and cries and wails

It's said that no one never held a hammer
Or laid a long, hard of steel track down
It's said that no one drives an iron with the fire
Of one-eyed Piston Brown

He ran and ran until he reached a city
The grime and steel there filled his very bones
The years were cruel and sharp, and Brown grew strong and hard
And became a railway man down to his bone

He championed a railway line that ran through
The very forest where his people lived
With irons, guns, and knives, he returned, their eyes on fire
To mow down every living thing within
His tribe, with all their fancy modern magic
Could not defend the fierce attack
No match for guns and steel Piston Brown's men all did wield
All life was swept, replaced by railway track

It's said no forest and no field will move him
He rips them all asunder in his time
It's said he won't stop work 'til every blade of grass on Earth
Is replaced by steel track of the railway line

It's said that no one never held a hammer
Or laid a long, hard of steel track down
It's said that no one drives an iron with the fire
Of one-eyed Piston Brown

It's said that no one never held a hammer
Or laid a long, hard of steel track down
It's said that no one drives an iron with the fire
Of one-eyed Piston Brown