Lyrics:
at expensive schools
Our lives were warmly heated by the coal transported by ship from West Virginia
By the coal transported by ship from West Virginia
By
body turns to coal
I'll get dug up by some kid with eyes like mine
And it's all so still, you know
When you're three hundred feet below
And you smell
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
There's an Info War
For your mind, body and soul
Also your money, gold, oil and coal
Et cetera
What, you think you're better than us?
That's
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time
It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
inside you
Light up the fire
Turn coal into diamond into timeless centre piece of the crown is
Just the Kimberly Diamond
Keep doing what you do coz they
wanna do is live my life right to the end
But then the fucking coal makes me think again
I was only 13, exposed to it
It didn't help that my mind thought
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
break molds
Not to rake coals, if a person there
Never fake goals justa getta stare
Gotta make sho' that you truly care
It's your life, go live it
And be
used to be something to live for
A paycheck at the end of the week
The American dream was never more
Than a house down by Hewitt's Creek
There used to be
trying to make it out
When the dusty ole miner mined his last peice of appalachian coal
He joined his dad by the pearly gates where God took his soul
the coals
You can take me down
To show me your home
Not the place where you live
But the place where you belong
You can bend my ear
We can talk all
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
sanctity reign
Cursed by free will; thought hath led me to this place
I turn my head, step back in line, and march unto the flames
Lives once wrought in
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
a tree by the river
When I put my trust in You
I'll be like a coal in the fire
When I put my hope in You
Composer: Dickey Lee Lipscomb
Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
Stands wooden houses with shutters torn down
There lives a girl
we on a mission
Waking up them sleeping souls
To the truth not superstition
Listen
The holy spirits speaking
Live by violence die by violence
the south
Down by the water nothing to worry about
Reminding me this is all for the best
Hear momma's stories, taken to work with her pops
Coal Miners
Yeah, just like Cole
Just like Cole
Yeah, ignite my pain
Just like Coal
Just like Cole
Just like Cole, yeah
Being raped by someone that you call dad
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