"Dying To Make A Living" lyrics

He don't like breathin' this way
But it's lucky he's breathin' at all
Thirty-five years in a methane cave
Makes your lungs all black and raw

He's got a pinch between his cheek and gum
Got a pinched nerve in his neck
Rollin' back and forth through the cars
He's rollin' towards a nervous wreck

Way down in the where he earns his pay
It's dark and unforgiving
Diggin' this coal, diggin' his grave
He's dying to make a livin'
He's dying to make a livin'

He don't like walkin' this way
But it's lucky walkin' at all
Docter said he's five-foot-eight
Well, he used to stand six foot tall

He's got a bone from his hip in his lower back
Got screws in both his legs
Takes cheap work cause he's got to have cash
Now he's got to have percocet

Way down in the where he earns his pay
It's dark and unforgiving
Diggin' this coal, diggin' his grave
He's dying to make a livin'
He's dying to make a livin'

He don't like livin' this way
But it's lucky he's livin' at all
Thirty-five years as a black jewel slave
Prayin' that the roof don't fall

Got two heavy eyes and three slipped discs
He sleeps with a metal spine
Daydreams fade on the hoot-owl shift
When you work down in the mines

Way down in the where he earns his pay
It's dark and unforgiving
Diggin' this coal, diggin' his grave
He's dying to make a livin'
He's dying to make a livin'
He's dyin', tryin', to make a livin'