| Ben got a job at the Mine along the way
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| He said everything was fine until that fateful day
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| That’s when his luck started to change
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| The day he went to help and go blow up that Mountain Range
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| Ben moved to Town a year ago or maybe more
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| Straight out of Highschool, the whole he had in store
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| Wanted to travel, needed some dough
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| Everybody worked the Mines
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| Why should he say no?
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| Don’t ask him why, he can’t explain
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| Why now things for him have changed
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| It’s not his land, they’re not his songs
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| He can’t work out why he don’t belong
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| He part of Company, part of Company, part of Company Sin
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| Won’t someone please tell the lad when Humbug did begin?
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| Part of Company, part of Company, part of Company Sin
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| Won’t someone please tell the lad when Humbug did begin?
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| Now legend has it, or so they say
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| The Bones of an Ancient People, yeah that’s where they lay
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| And their Descendants hold close to heart
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| Oh, that Mountain Range Ben was helping blow apart
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| And so I said for Ben things weren’t quite right
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| Now he’s waking up screaming every single night
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| Hearing voices in a different tongue
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| The screaming of the Old, yeah, the screaming of the Young
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| Don’t ask him why, he can’t explain
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| Why now he feels in so much pain
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| It’s not his land, they’re not his songs
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| He can’t work out why he don’t belong
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| Now Ben’s moved on — job left him a while back
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| Now he’s thanking God that his boss gave him the sack
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| But in the mirror, yes he can face
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| The day he stopped helping go blow up that Sacred Place |