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In Dynamite |
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Mine your hour will come |
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In a shower of stones, steel beams |
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They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall |
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Find you buried among the debris |
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When they search for you, the dogs will sniff him out |
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From a torn peace of his shirt |
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They'll bound down the path with lust on their breath |
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Find you under a patch of fresh dirt |
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Son, cover your ears |
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Lord, how the blast will ring |
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And when that rumbling shakes the walls |
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You can hear that devil sing |
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You cut off the past and buried him here |
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Deep in the belly of the mines |
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Blasted a wall, sealed the tomb |
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And lived out those short days secure in your crime |
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Many years have passed but still we trudge on |
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So we will till the end of our days |
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Many have come and many have gone |
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But there's one who never strays from this place |
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Son, cover your ears |
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Lord, how the blast will ring |
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And when that rumbling shakes the walls |
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You can hear that devil sing |
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Son, cover your ears |
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Lord, how the blast will ring |
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And when that rumbling shakes the walls |
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You can hear that devil sing |
