Black Lung

歌詞

One, two, three, four I don't think you're in your right mind, baby But I could never do to you what you're doing to me Daddy warned me 'bout the black lung Mama told me what it feels like, hurting to breathe I don't think that I got any real problems I heard my best friend's dad drank himself to death I heard he died with a black lung I heard he died with a big ol' hole in his chest I came to you begging and heaving And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines So who are you to say you're having trouble breathing? It ain't real, boy, you'll be fine" I haven't ever met the angel of death Rumor has it he's a real kind son of a bitch He ain't giving out black lung He's just waiting by the phone to come and clean up the mess I think you might kill me, even then I wonder if you'd know why 'Cause you could hold on to a cold hand and say, "A tight chest ain't a reason for a man to die" I came to you begging and heaving And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines So who are you to say you're having trouble breathing? It ain't real, boy, you'll be fine" I came to you begging and heaving And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines Who are you to say you're having trouble breathing?" It ain't real It ain't real It ain't real I came to you begging and heaving And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines So who are you to say you're having trouble breathing?" It ain't real, it ain't real It ain't real, boy Oh, oh-oh It ain't real, boy, you'll be fine