Rox In the Box

Get the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones We all do what we can We endure our fellow man And we sing our songs to the headframes' creaks and moans And it's one two three On the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for? What were you meant for? And it's seven eight nine You get your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And you won't make a dime On this gray Granite Mountain Mine Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return So while we're living here Let's get this little one thing clear There's plenty of men to die; you don't jump your turn And it's one two three On the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for? What were you meant for? And it's seven eight nine You get your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And it's one two three On the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for? What were you meant for? And it's seven eight nine You get your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again