Angels cry at children's feet for fourteen hours a day
I don't know if you're going home cause then you won't get paid
Black coal in the mines of Satan's soul
Only faces of sorrow
And they'll work till it hurts just to earn them some bread
There's no playtime 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 coal in the mines of Satan's soul
Only faces of sorrow
And they'll work till it hurts just to earn them some bread
There's no playtime tomorrow
Behold your playground of sulfur, slate and peat
Dig till your back hurts or until your fingers bleed
A garden of anthracite and carbon clay
Submission is what I always want from you
Breath 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 coal in the mines of Satan's soul
Only faces of sorrow
And they'll work till it hurts just to earn them some bread
There's no playtime tomorrow