The sun is in zenith and the heads are hanging low
In the mines, at 16, we are all in the same boat
At the foot of the mountain you can watch us marching
In time with the chains around our necks, year after year
Everything we hoist down the shaft of gold and green emerald
Lands right in Henry’s lap, it’s said
Nothing comes our way
We don’t need pots
Because Henry’s not a priest, and none of us are bellringers
Not even God
Not even God
No, not even God
Can hear us pray
Can hear us pray from hell
Ivan began running, but never came back
Many have tried to end Henry’s days
And rumor has it, that the one behind the whip
Is the exact opposite of a christian
In the mines, at 16, I’ve lived for four years
But as soon as chance arises, I’ll bust myself out
Bust myself out
Bust myself out
(Interlude)
Everything we hoist down the shaft of gold and green emerald
Lands right in Henry’s lap, it’s said
Nothing comes our way
We don’t need pots
Henry’s not a priest, and none of us are bellringers
Henry’s not a priest, and none of us are bellringers
Henry’s not a priest, and none of us are bellringers
Not even God
Not even God
No, not even God
Can hear us pray
Can hear us pray from hell
Not even God
Not even God
No, not even God
Can hear us pray
Can hear us pray from hell
Hallelujah