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Get 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 get your shuffle back in line
Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return
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 get 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 get 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