Get the rocks in the box
Get the water right down to your socks
This bullpen's built to fallen brother and bone
We all do what we can
We endure our fellow man
And we sing our song to the head frame's vixen moan
And it's one, two, three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine
You get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again!
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again!
And you won't make a dime
On this gray-grounded mountain mine
Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return!
So while we're living here
Let's get this little one thing clear
There's plenty of men that die, you don't drop your toe!
And it's one, two, three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine
You get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again!
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again!
And it's one, two, three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?
And it's seven, eight, nine
You get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again!
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again!
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