Ghost of the Coal Mine

Father worked the coal mines into an early grave

Sixty hour weeks and not a hope for a raise

McCallahan, the bossman, had an iron fist up his ass

But now he's haunted by the demons of his despicable past

Father lead five men into an unexplored cave

And in a flash the ceiling crashed, no one could be saved

Well, that's the way things go," McCallahan said to my ma

And he left us standing on his porch, our mouths dropped in awe

The next day he forgot that we were even there at all

Chorus:

Now all of the day, the screams of dying men in pain

Clouds this ruthless bastard's mind who brushed them to the side

And in some feeble way, my father's death was not in vain

As no one dares to work inside a haunted coal mine

Now every time McCallahan takes a puff from a cigar

His mouth fills up with coal dust and he spits it to the floor

And every time he sees his reflection in the mirror

My father's blackened corpse stands directly to his rear

The workers couldn't stand the evil howling in the caves

Or the visions of canaries disembowled by pick-axe blades

And when he goes to sleep McCallahan opens one eye

Forever haunted by the ghosts of those six brave men that died

Forever at the mercy of his evil, foolish pride