Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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Workin' in a coal mine, singin' a coal minin' song Workin' in a coal mine, singin' a coal minin' song Well, I been workin' in a coal mine, don't wanna work there too much longer Well, if you're trapped by an explosion, you're all on your own You'll either suffocate or starve, suffocate or starve all alone And you'll lie there rottin', with the rats knawin' on your bones I've got the emphysema, emphysema blues I've got the emphysema, emphysema blues I've got coal dust in my hair, coal dust in my shoes Well, the government don't give a damn when they say they do, they speak with a lyin' tongue And the company don't give a damn, when they say they do, they speak with a lyin' tongue The only reason they perform an autopsy so they can strip mine that coal dust out your lungs Coal miner's headache, Excedrin headache number 10 I said a coal miner's migraine I'd rather have any other kind instead Than to be standin' where it falls, and get five hundred ton 'o rock on my head I've got the emphysema, emphysema blues I've got the emphysema, emphysema blues I've got coal dust in my hair, coal dust in my shoes Let's hear it from you coal miners! (Bug Dust Quartet) Cough, cough, cough, cough cough, cough, cough, cough, cough Well, machines like giants insects rip, tear, bite, crunch and chew - the coal And if you're caught in between them they'll smash your body right in two - down in that hole And I don't wanna be a dismembered member of the UMW - Nooo! Well if you hear it thunder, you better run, you better fly Well, if thunders down under don't stop, don't question why Or else you may as well bend over pull down your pants and kiss your ass goodbye I've got the emphysema, emphysema blues I got the rockdust, my boss is nuts, I'm workin' 5 Butt with bad roof! I've got coal dust in my hair, coal dust in my shoes I've got coal dust in my hair, coal dust in my shoes I've got coal dust in my hair, coal dust in my shoes Cough, cough |
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