The iron heart

Hold down, metal sprocket.
My head is like a rocket ship, at a loss for fuel.
My body's iron center heavy like a tool.
Cruel intentions witch.
No brain, only need a stitch.
No courage, only need a switch.
No heart, all I need? That's rich.
Build your whole life around one thing, and have it bring you to the ground.
Suddenly the birds who sing, sounding awful now.
The baboons all have wings mocking your locked up chest.
Behind these iron eyes, never get much rest.
Along came Dorothy.
The iron meets the ants.
We fought back, the munchkins now to dance.
But still, woe is me. What I lost can not be found.
Damn that witch, my love is in the ground.