When the rafter started swaying and the canary gives a cry. I get the feeling I might be trapped inside your coalmine.
Where the ground becomes so shaky, that your neighbour multiplies. And your'e wiping the devils ashes from your poor eyes. But even in the midst of this commotion, I'll face my burial with a sigh.
I'll rest forever in your arms if I should die, the skinny skeleton boy who's feeling fine. All the miners start to panic lookin' for a beam of light, spilling long hard of hours of work in next to no time. And the ceilings nearly had it, all the walls are slipping fast. And those dirty clouds come careening down the mineshaft.
But even in the midst of this commotion, I'll face my burial with a sigh. I'll rest forever in your arms if I should die. The skinny skeleton boy who's feeling fine.
