There is a son, he is born With a silver spoon in his mouth Go on, boy, admit There's got to be something you love Enough to protect You tire of things
well, one and all We'll be rid of this scourge When his body goes overboard He'd been in irons for seventy days Fed just gunpowder to fuel his rage Screamed bloody murder
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 Find you buried among the
Fourteen years have passed since that day Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed You carried on like you were some type of god Some things
its skin You fuss up, you can start all over again And the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling The balconies pass but you don't even see them As they go by
There's a shred of guilt in every one of us And a pain we felt in watching you all suffer Now the time has come to make amends to everyone To pay the
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, I reckon I only missed a few I watch
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
river man ferrying me to hell I can't blame them, no, to hate me for what I've done I hear them whispering in the hall, you live and die by the gun
dodged each conflict and decision that we've met Everybody tells themselves that they m ust be justified They do what they do because they're trying to get by
I steal a look between the blinds I unwind she sleeps in comfort in my arms She is plain but she is mine Our child is silent but awake I run my hands
In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red wool For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes
Fourteen years have passed since that day your stories are the same but the ends have all changed you carried on lik you were some type of god some things
well one and all we'll be rid of this scourge when his body goes overboard he'd been in irons for seventy days fed just gunpowder to fuel his rage screamed bloody murder
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
if you fess up you can start all over again and the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling the balconies pass but you don't even see them as they go by
There is a shred of guilt in every one of us And a pain we felt in watching you all suffer Now the time has come to make amends to everyone To pay the
I steal a look between the blinds, i unwind she sleeps in comfort in my arms she is plain, but she is mine our child is silent but awake i run my hand
