Lyrics

We are miners, hard rock miners To the shaft-house we must go Oil bottles on our shoulders We are marching to the slough On the line, boys, on the line, boys Drill your holes and stand in line 'til the shift-boss comes and tells you You must drill her out on top Can you feel the rock dust in your lungs It'll cut down a miner when he is still young Two years and the silicosis takes hold And I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold Yes, I feel like I'm dying for mining for gold A process man am I and I'm telling you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's a thundеr all around me and a poison in the air Therе's a lousy smell that smacks of hell, and dust all in me hair And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go I've worked among the spinners and breathed in the oily smoke I've shoveled up the gypsum and it nigh-on makes you choke I've stood knee deep in cyanide, been sick with a caustic burn Been working rough and seen enough to make your stomach turn And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young lads like their money, and they all come back for more But soon you're knocking on, and you look older than you should For every bob made on this job you'll pay with flesh and blood And it's go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go