If the rocks in the box
Get the water right down to your socks
This bulkhead´s built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we can
We endure our fellow man
And we sing our songs to the headframe´s creaks and moans

And it´s one, two, three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?

And it´s seven, eight, nine
You gave your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again

And you won´t make a dime
On this gray granite mountain mine
Of dirt you´re made and of dirt you will return

So while we´re living here
Let´s get this little one thing clear
There´s plenty of men to die, you don´t jump your turn

And it´s one, two, three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?

And it´s seven, eight, nine
You gave your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again

And it´s one, two, three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
Whatever you´re meant for

And it´s seven, eight, nine
You gave your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again
And if you ever make it to ten, you won´t make it again