Head of Steam

Spotlight down, wander downtown
Feelin' weary and mighty weak
Seein' ghosts out on the hills, semaphore
Or just opium’s will?
No explanation makes much sense
Newsprint lies and false pretense
We’ll read about it all in the mornin'
When we arise
Blood found by the number 4 mine
You know she caved in back in '49
At quittin' time only souls would arise
From that deep, dark anthracite mine
The company explanation made no sense
Just propaganda through a rose colored lens
And we’ll hear it all on the radio
When we arise
With teeth like tombstones and arms like graves
There’s no escapin' the tongues sharp blade
Or a slow ride upon your head of steam
A slow ride upon your head of steam
Paul Sizemore and Eldridge Ray
Dug their own graves and there they lay
But their souls and axes
Wander through my sleep and from this valley
Revenge they seek
With teeth like tombstones and arms like graves
There’s no escapin' the tongues sharp blade
Or a slow ride upon your head of steam
A slow ride upon your head of steam
A slow ride upon your head of steam