| Song | Townes |
| Artist | Early Day Miners |
| Album | All Harm Ends Here |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Early Day Miners | |
| I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. | |
| I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives | |
| To wage a battle on the poor. | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
| Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
| To the marching of drums, belief goes on; | |
| A life admonished and loathed. | |
| I would sit with [unintelligible] | |
| That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. | |
| And [unintelligible] our brothers back home. | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
| Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
| To the marching of drums, belief goes on; | |
| A life admonished and loathed |
| zuo qu : Early Day Miners | |
| I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. | |
| I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives | |
| To wage a battle on the poor. | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
| Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
| To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
| A life admonished and loathed. | |
| I would sit with unintelligible | |
| That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. | |
| And unintelligible our brothers back home. | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
| Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
| To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
| A life admonished and loathed |
| zuò qǔ : Early Day Miners | |
| I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold. | |
| I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives | |
| To wage a battle on the poor. | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
| Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
| To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
| A life admonished and loathed. | |
| I would sit with unintelligible | |
| That the actions chosen forever burden the soul. | |
| And unintelligible our brothers back home. | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting, | |
| Withdrawing from our fates, retreating, | |
| Falling from our ranks, deserting | |
| To the marching of drums, belief goes on | |
| A life admonished and loathed |