Men dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in a hole the whole day through;
A pig pig piggish company let them croak—the mine blew.

“It ain’t no trick to get rich quick—
Flout what little rules;
Stick the miners—that’s the trick!”

For the mine, fortune time,
Only care’s the bottom line.

Men dig dig dig dig dig dig dig from early morn to night;
The big big big big big methane clouds form, then there’s a light.

They’ll be diggin’ graves by the score,
Because Blankenship is a whore
For banking it.. .all he cares for.
A pig pig pigga pig pig.

Uh-oh!..................

Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
The mine is gonna blow,
’cause Massey’s hole hauls out the coal
While the ahole who runs the show
Has no care for those down below.

“Just keep on digging—take your chance
While we make dough, make dough.
Make show, make show
That we grieve, but you know,
We really do not give a sh!t,
That’s “no”; that’s “no.”
You know, we go, we go,
We go only for dough.
It’s just a cost of doing business
When they blow. So, the mines blow—
There’s no motive to make us toe
The line; we could make safer mines;
We fight safety rules, don’t pay fines;
Lax laws lack teeth. . .for us, just fine!
So get down where the sun don’t shine
And go and go for coal in that hellhole.”

While 25* bells toll. . . .


*at least