We are gold miners working in the dark While others rush in the sun We never breathe the air caus' we're underground And that's where we all belong
If it's sounds like iron It's the noise of our picks Hitting your dead cold hearts We never see the light caus' we're underground And that's where we all belong
Dust covering our tired faces We are coughing out blood Hot, black dust covering our tired faces We are coughing out blood
But our hands are shining From the gold we found So we keep on marching in And our eyes are sparkling From the gold we found So we may die digging here