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new music!
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Hey, hey-hey hey
Thereāll be food on the table tonight
Hey, hey, hey hey
Thereāll be pay in your pocket tonight
My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken
A life that is led is no more than a token
Whoāll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why
If I yell out at night thereās a reply of bruised silence
The screen is no comfort I canāt speak my sentence
They blew the lights at heavenās gate and I donāt know why
But if I work all day at the blue sky mine
(Thereāll be food on the table tonight)
Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
(Thereāll be pay in your pocket tonight)
The candy store paupers lie to the share holders
Theyāre crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
So Iām caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
And if the blue sky mining company wonāt come to my rescue
In the end the rain comes down
Washes clean, the streets of a blue sky town
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I never did get a checkered flag, butt I never came in lastā¦ 
Good night OGās, rage against the dieān of the light.
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