These tired bones
Throw down the stone
Though all day we moan
For these wrongs we must atone
The dust cracks our souls
The sun burns our skin
Burdened by our chains
Our muscles burn within
We pound and pound
Make a God awful sound
The blood runs down
And breaks the ground
(Oohs)
The man cracks the whip
Our rebellion is to late
He sealed not only mine
But another mans fate
Bleeding black gold we sweat our greed
These vinegar tears
To this dying man we feed
Cause we pound and pound
Make a God awful sound
The blood runs down
And breaks the ground
Sending love to all his friends
When crippled arms and dark eyes mend
They ran him down in the end
And put three nails in his four lymbs
In the place of the skull we thought it would end
But it was only the beginning
For my worn out friend
We pound and pound
Make a God awful sound
The blood runs down
And breaks the ground
The moon was bright upon their rest
My perfidy was a kiss of death
But I can't cash in on trust refused
Before giving my neck to the hang mans noose
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