There is steam rising. from the gravel on the road. there is black coal. filling up our homes. . it seeps through the window cracks. it slips through the floorboards.
I've taken a hit or two. I've given quite a few. I swing my fists and the cities all fall. I've broken a law or two. reckon I only missed a few. I watch these long days pass.
At the end of the road,. He calls everyone home.. And the fire will consume us, striking through to the bone.. At the end of the road,. You will soon hear him call..
In Dynamite Mine your hour will come. In a shower of stones steel beams. They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall. And find you buried among the debris.