From 16 years old to presentlyI've mined coal as my way to earn a living
My body as a result is permanently changed
I keep at it, without a spot of regret
Though the work hollows you and isn't forgiving
The coal dust marks you, colors you strange
It is work that has to be done
If you ask me I am selling my body
Not differently than a street girl
Or an athlete or veteran
I work hours such, I never see the sun
For what I am paid I am completely used
Its a large world and people need to do
What is their calling
Sooner or later we answer
With lung cancer
Black Lung disease
Being lost in depths of the earth
And or collapsing and falling
