| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| (There'll be food on the table tonight)
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)
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| My gut is wrenched out, it is crunched up and broken
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| My life that is lived is no more than a token
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| Who’ll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why?
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| If I yell out at night there’s a reply of blue silence
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| The screen is no comfort, I can’t speak my sentence
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| They blew the lights at heaven’s gate and I don’t know why
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| But if I work all day on the blue sky mine
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| (There'll be food on the table tonight)
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| Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
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| (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)
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| The candy store paupers lie to the shareholders
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| They’re crossing their fingers, they pay the truth makers
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| The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
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| So I’m caught at the junction, still waiting for medicine
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| The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
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| Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
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| And if the blue sky mining company won’t come to my rescue
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| If the sugar refining company won’t save me
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| But if I work all day on the blue sky mine
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| (There'll be food on the table tonight)
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| And if walk up and down on the blue sky mine
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| (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)
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| And some have sailed from a distant shore
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| (And the company takes what the company wants)
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| And nothing’s as precious as a hole in the ground
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| I pray that sense and reason brings us in
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| Who’s gonna save me?
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| We got nothing to fear
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| In the end the rain comes down
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| In the end the rain comes down
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| Washes clean the streets of the blue sky town |