The Men Below Lyrics

Album, tour, albumen - you're still picking at the
shell
And you know you should be glad of the living
But it seems like a living hell sometimes
And on this playing stage you play so hard
But so much harder still - is the life beneath, down
deep in the seams
Where your hotel nights are the stuff of the dreams
Of the men below

Imagine, having to fight
To work two miles down from the air and the light
And imagine, having to plead
That a job that can kill, is a job that you need

Darker blue this darkness, than a pale young miner's
eyes
Who has to see the convoy lights come shining
And can't close off his surprise
With his one poor piece of paving, pressing hard against his palm
Knowing it might be the only way he'd ever get to spend
another day
With the men below

A bingo king is calling
It must be morning time again
And every gaudy ball that gets blown out
It seems it's numbered 'number ten'
While on an empty bus they tried so very hard to fill
up every seat
There was a method in this mad alarm
Who do you think would ever do such harm to the men
below?

And who knows what we all owe
To the boys in the dust - to the men below?

And who knows what we all owe
To the boys in the dust - to the men below?

And who knows what we all owe
To the boys in the dust - to the men below?

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