Go down the hill
Face the work, it's hell
Knowing that your day
Never seems to go
Day in day out
You murmur then you shout
But your voice can't be heard
Above the masters words
You gotta work
To earn your pay now
Being a pauper is a hell of a way to die
You gotta work
To earn your pay now
Being a pauper is a hell of a way to die
Then the man comes round
Knocks the door without a sound
And dad's been working underground
For years
The man says he's lost
Joe's fingers are covered in frost
Well you please come and say it's him
You gotta work
To earn your pay now
Being a pauper is a hell of a way to die
You gotta work
To earn your pay now
Being a pauper is a hell of a way to die
It's the end
Your ears are ringing
Your round the bend
Tell them when I've gone
I hate everyone