Injustice on its knees underground
The clawed-out tonnage is to our detriment
In these clarty surrounds
The combined earnings of our tenements
Won’t stretch to many rounds
And yet we’re striving to be counted
We’ll fight for what is right
And we’ll strike for what is rightfully ours
And I want better for my boy
To bury my father in dry, consecrated ground
You’ve got to rise above the gutter you are inside x4
Rise … x2
Rise above the gutter you are inside x4
You’ve got to rise above the gutter you are inside x2
Rise (above the gutter you are inside) x2