The Mines

Hit it with the solder, turn up the flame
Out here in the mines we've got it made

We'll stoke the fire then free the land
'Cause anything's possible from where we stand

We thrive upon the sharp inhale of winter's dawn
Anticipate the cold embrace, that shot of oxygen
We rise at daylight's meagre toll
And wait for it to take hold

We know how it goes
We know how it goes

We generate shadows in the light
Under an infinite, impartial sky
We wake abruptly in our beds
When trouble and doubt fill our heads

And dream of blissful faces pointed at the sun
While pleading quietly for better days to come
For we have witnessed crooked deals
Handshakes and then appeals

We know how it feels
We know how it feels
We know how it feels
We know how it feels

Hit it with the solder, turn up the flame
Out here in the mines we've got it made
Out here in the mines we've got it made
Out here in the mines we've got it made