Smokestacks intact in ninety seven, ninety seven
Smelterites of eighteen sixty one, sixty one
Perfect place for parking, food and shopping
Tore em down when I turned twenty one, black lung
Don't call that LDS a Mormon, hell nah
Don't say that lady ain't a man, whoa man
Thinking of my grandpa muckin in the dirty mines
Punched his gut his belly broke my hand, at eighty one
Somehow this town became a city, salty city
Melting pot made of anyone, anyone
Wasn't paradise, but it wasn't just another
Dwelling where the west was won, black lung
My buddies broke in one after the other, round the back
My buddies snuck in the front undercover, union jack
I'm just dancing outside the club, dancing outside the club, hey hey
Land-locked a block from an ocean, no commotion
Salt Lake City, Utah USA, locomotion
Union station stop on the way to another
We never knew you longer than a day, nice to meet ya
We try to act like we get it, we don't get it
We're trying now to play a silly game, we don't get it
One hundred fifty years of black lung volunteers
Appears to me somewhere we earned the name, we don't get it
One second thought ya know you can keep it, keep it all
Safe to say it's best to stay away, stay away
We've got our guns and spirits in the desert
We're country now no matter what ya say, what you say
My buddies broke in one after the other, round the back
My buddies snuck in the front undercover, union jack
I'm just dancing outside the club, dancing outside the club, hey hey
Old pills
Muck men
Old pills
Muck men
Black lung, black lung, black lung, black lung, black lung, black lung...
Freedom only ever lasts a moment, not enough
Desert won't hide hide the tribe for long, no escape
Been building up a barge for the coming of the flood
But I'm only letting on my dog, rough rough rough
Lost my lady in the desert, skrrt skrrt
Had a search party just for fun, just for fun
We all got high and howled at the coyotes
Moon shown brighter than the sun, black lung
I wish this city fell on down, burn it down
Wish them smoke stacks were still around, burn it down
I wish the smelterites weren't rolling in their graves
Turn this city back into a town, burn it down
My buddies broke in one after the other, round the back
My buddies snuck in the front undercover, union jack
I'm just dancing outside the club, dancing outside the club, hey hey
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