Angels cry at children's feet for fourteen hours a day I don't know if you're going home cause then you won't get paid Black coal in the mines of Satan's soul Only faces of sorrow And they'll work till it hurts just to earn them some bread There's no playtime tomorrow Demons laugh as children's cries echo through the cave When you're five you should never die while digging your own grave Black coal in the mines of Satan's soul Only faces of sorrow And they'll work till it hurts just to earn them some bread There's no playtime tomorrow Behold your playground of sulfur, slate and peat Dig till your back hurts or until your fingers bleed A garden of anthracite and carbon clay Submission is what I always want from you Breath in the lignite, a breaker boy's wet dream Blast through the bedrock to fuel the corporate greed My darlings, put down your toys, pick up your axe Compliance is what I always want from you Black coal in the mines of Satan's soul Only faces of sorrow And they'll work till it hurts just to earn them some bread There's no playtime tomorrow