Threads and Steel - Son Volt

He’s got a go-to-hell hat and shoes that click when he walks

He’s five shades of clean, he just stares and doesn’t talk

He’s got a shark-skin suit, no time for games

He’s a man goin' round, takin' names

He’s got eyebrows, chin up to the sky

He’s a seller of souls on the company dime

He’s got a samurai blade for pickin' teeth and cuttin' nails

There’s a man goin' round, takin' names

His car’s the color of his clothes, he cracks a hundred-proof smile

Doesn’t dance, doesn’t sing, keeps the world on a string

He’s all threads and steel, he doesn’t know the world «shame»

There’s a man goin' round, takin' names

There’s a man goin' round, takin' names