In dynamite mine your hour will come
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In a shower of stone and steel beams
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They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall
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Find you buried among the debris
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When they search for you the dogs will sniff him out
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From a torn piece of shirt
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They'll bound down the path with lust aon their breath
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Find you under a patch of fresh dirt
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Son, cover your ears
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Lord how the blast will ring
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And when a rumbling shakes the walls
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You can hear that devil sing
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You cut off the past and buried him here
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Deep in the belly of the mines
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Blasted a wall to seal the tomb
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And lived out those short days secure in your crime
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Many years have passed but still we trudge on
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So we will to the end of our days
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Many have come and many have gone
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But there's one who never strays from this place.
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Son, cover your ears
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Lord how the blast will ring
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And when a rumbling shakes the walls
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You can hear that devil sing
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Son, cover your ears
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Lord how the blast will ring
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And when a rumbling shakes the walls
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You can hear that devil sing
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Dynamite Mine
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| Murder By Death |
