My father worked the mines
Until the day it took his life
Stole him from his only son
And it stole him from his wife
And I swore upon his grave:
Someday, I would make things right
So I learned how to bend steel
I learned how to make it move
And I watched as it withstood
All the hell we put men through
With hands of iron
There's not a task we couldn't do
They've waited so long for this day
Someone to take the death away
No son would ever have to say
"My father worked into his grave"
