Blue Sky Mine

Hey, hey-hey hey

There'll be food on the table tonight

Hey, hey, hey hey

There'll 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

Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why

If I yell out at night there's a reply of bruised silence

They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why



But if I work all day at the blue sky mine

(There'll be food on the table tonight)

Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine

(There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)



The candy store paupers lie to the share holders

They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers

The balance sheet is breaking up the sky

So I'm 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

Who's gonna save me?



But if I work all day...



And some have sailed from a distant shore

And nothing's as precious, as a hole in the ground



Who's gonna save me?

I pray that sense and reason brings us in

Who's gonna save me?

We've got nothing to fear



Washes clean, the streets of a blue sky town