King Coal - Angelic Upstarts

Pulling on my wellington boots

Overalls, boiler suit

Ready to face another day

Down the black hole to earn my pay

Illusions of granddads, they fill my head

To keep me from thinking of the day I dread

Can you get me out of this dirty black hole

Or I have to face, old King Coal

King Coal, down the hole

King Coal, black gold

King Coal, the lives he stole

King Coal, he takes all

Now I’ve done it, dust fills my chest

I heave like a horse that gave his all

There must be a way to get out of this mess

Leave it all with a little regret

No question of the comradeship

No doubting our good fellowship

Just a doubt to why we gave our all

To that old man, old King Coal

King Coal, moulds the soul

King Coal, black mans hole

King Coal, the men of steal

King Coal, the rough deal

Illusions of grandkids, they fill my head

To keep me from thinking of the day I dread

Can you get me out of this dirty black hole

Or have I to face, old King Coal

King Coal, down the hole

King Coal, black gold

King Coal, the lives he stole

King Coal, he takes all

King Coal, moulds the soul

King Coal, black mans hole

King Coal, the men of steal

King Coal, the rough deal