I remember your face when were
standing in thegraveyard weeping over
your father's grave, he died of cancer that

he earned in the mines,
Too little protection,
just the rich are safe, they sit in big chairs

to light up cigars, and talk to their wives
on the telephone; "They're digging right
dear, let's have a vacation, they're

digging for me (haha) I'm coming home"