The Dead South Rox In The Box ( The Decemberists)

If the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead s built of fallen brethren s bones We all do what we can We endure our fellow man And we sing our songs to the headframe s creaks and moans And it s one, two, three On the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for What were you meant for And it s seven, eight, nine You gave your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten, you won t make it again And if you ever make it to ten, you won t make it again And you won t make a dime On this gray granite mountain mine Of dirt you re made and of dirt you will return So while we re living here Let s get this little one thing clear There s plenty of men to die, you don t jump your turn And it s one, two, three On the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for What were you meant for And it s seven, eight, nine You gave your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten, you won t make it again And if you ever make it to ten, you won t make it again