60 days left to go!!!

Clock hits four

Alarm screams again

Steel‑toed boots

Drag through mud

Black dust breakfast

Black dust lungs

Reporters in town

Ask where I’m from

I say “right here”

On this crooked creek

Where they swallowed the mountain

And called it a business

They worked us like mules

Chained to the seam

Packed up the profit

And shipped out the dream

Sent it down under

Left a rusted rail line

Left us a letter

And a deadline

Sixty days left to go

For a lifetime on the line

Boss man set there

In a clean white shirt

draws up a letter

Like it don’t hurt

“Restructure

Closure

Thanks for your time”

Five hundred thirty

Names on the line

We look at each other

Hands cracked and raw

They talk about markets

We talk about who we owe

They worked us like mules

Chained to the seam

Packed up the profit

And shipped out the dream

Sent it down under

Left a rusted rail line

Left us a letter

And a deadline

Sixty days left to go

For a lifetime on the line

No handshake

No eye to eye

Just a letter

They can cross out a town

With a keystroke text

But we’re more than a number

More than their gain

We’re names on a lunch pail

We’re faces in frame (yeah)

You worked us like mules

Chained to the seam

Packed up the profit

And shipped out the dream

You’ll forget these hills

In your high-rise shine

But our scars spell your company

Every cut

Every spine

Sixty days left to go

Then we’re taking back our time

Sixty days left to go

Still we stand in this line

Hands in the dirt of home

And that dirt

Is mine

Put another shrimp on the Barbie

Just let us work