Iron Man Recitative Pete Townshend

The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff
How far had he walked? Nobody knows
Where had he come from? Nobody knows
How was he made? Nobody knows
Taller than a house, the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, in the darkness

The wind sang through his iron fingers
And his great iron head, shaped like a dustbin but as big as a bedroom
Slowly turned to the right
Slowly turned to the left
He was hearing the sea

His eyes like headlamps, glowed white then red
Then infa-red, searching the sea
Never before had the Iron Man seen the sea

He swayed in the strong wind that pressed against his back
He swayed forward, on the brink of the high cliff
And his right foot, his enormous iron right foot, lifted-up, out
Into space
And the Iron Man stepped forward, off the cliff, into nothingness
CRASH

Down the cliff the Iron Man came toppling head over heels
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!