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Trapped in the pits, in the darkest holes. For what? For life, for death.

Awaiting the hour for freedom, for light

soot covered, a black disease

tell me how you now win son? to Keep your head above the swell

for hand to mouth is all I´ve known and all I´ve ever seen

We carry our cause, our hopes our dreams

In the hole and on the street

the wish for a lousy scrap of meat

Not the drippings. Their pocket change

Rally round now you´ve heard the call

No production without slaves

we built this town, the roads and schools

Our success is one and the same.

Take a walk in our shoes and recognise the pain

Take a walk in our shoes and see a life of pain.