Metal screams at metal
Turned against itself
In the forges of heaven
Actually just across the way
My neighbor in his garage
On the first cool day
We've not bothered with names
But I've watched his wife and son
Grow older with us over the years
He's built a private business
Mending cars and drives around
In his black Mercedes
That's all I know of them
And they even less of me
And screams carried on the breeze
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