Rox In The Box - The Decemberists

Get the rocks in the box

Get the water right down to your socks

This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we can

We endure our fellow man

And we sing our songs to the headframe's creaks and moans

And it's one, two, three

On the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for?

What were you meant for?

And it's seven, eight, nine

You get your shuffle back in line

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again

And you won't make a dime

On this gray Granite Mountain Mine

Of dirt you’re made and to dirt you will return

So while we're living here

Let's get this little one thing clear

There’s plenty of men to die;

you don't jump your turn

And it's one, two, three

On the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for?

What were you meant for?

And it's seven, eight, nine

You get your shuffle back in line

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again

And it's one, two, three

On the wrong side of the lee

What were you meant for?

Whatever you're meant for.

And it's seven, eight, nine

You get your shuffle back in line

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again

And if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again