Coal Minors Songtext
von Warlung

Angels cry at children′s feet
Fourteen hours a day
I don't know if you′re going home
'Cause then you won't get paid

Black hole in the mind of Satan′s soul
Only faces of sorrow
And they′ll work 'til it hurts
Just to earn them some bread
There′s no playing time tomorrow

Demons laugh as children's cries
Echo through the cave
When you′re five you should never die
While digging your own grave


Black hole in the mind of Satan's soul
Only faces of sorrow
And they′ll work 'til it hurts
Just to earn them some bread
There's no playing time tomorrow

Behold your playground of sulphur, slate, and peat
Dig ′til your back hurts or until your fingers bleed
A garden of anthracite and carbon clay
Submission is what I always want from you
Breathe in the lignite, a breaker boy′s wet dream
Blast through the bedrock to fuel the corporate greed
My darlings, put down your toys, pick up your axe
Compliance is what I always want from you

Black hole in the mind of Satan's soul
Only faces of sorrow
And they′ll work 'til it hurts
Just to earn them some bread
There′s no playing time tomorrow