Of all the pioneers You were the finest We left he dust for the front line attitude And If you're tired then your old And you're no good to us And i've just heard that we died alone But we're up against it now Against the coal face Staring down What you'll see is The worst part of me In a land of regret And if it doesn't fit don't wear it. Don't roll over gently and take it I'm waxing lyrical that I'll never make it We are the pioneers In our own rights They left the desk for the front line attitude And the birds on the wire That dictate the fires On the streets of the second States But we're up against it now Against the coal face Staring down It seems the simple things were so obvious So obvious, so obvious, so obvious. What you'll see is The worst part of me In a land of regret And if it doesn't fit don't wear it Don't roll over gently and take it I'm waxing lyrical that I'll never make it What you'll see is The worst part of me In a land of regret And if it doesn't fit don't wear it Don't roll over gently and take it I'm waxing lyrical that I'll never make it