Early Day Miners
Townes
I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold.I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their livesTo wage a battle on the poor.Falling from our ranks, deserting,Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,Falling from our ranks, desertingTo the marching of drums, belief goes on;A life admonished and loathed.I would sit with [unintelligible]That the actions chosen forever burden the soul.And [unintelligible] our brothers back home.Falling from our ranks, deserting,Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,Falling from our ranks, desertingTo the marching of drums, belief goes on;A life admonished and loathed.
From Letras Mania