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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