If the rocks in the box

Get the water right down to your socks

This bulkhead's built of fallen brother and bones



We all do what we can

We endure our fellow man

And we sing our songs to the headframe's creaks and moans



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 gave 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 granite mountain mine

Of dirt you're made and of dirt you will return



So while we're living here

Let's get this little one thing clear

There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn



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 gave 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

Whatever you're meant for



And it's seven, eight, nine

You gave 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 if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again