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Hey everybody — can’t you hear me call?

I’m standing in a the street inside a fireball

Tomorrow’s in the future — death is in the cradle

We’re all day dreaming at the breakfast table

Down Main Street with the dust in my lungs

The blisters on my shoulder — the end has just begun

I’m swimming in the heat when the rads his my tongue

The remnants of my children are having too much fun

Inside a fireball

Inside a fireball

There’s a big copper digger in the middle of town

The birds are on his head — the rags are hanging down

The grip on the grenade in his broken hand

As loose as the union’s on the hot red sand

Inside a fireball

Inside a fireball

«We will not die and it is no crime

Ya take the whole world upon ya shoulder

For the very last time»

Well I blasted my way through the barrier range

I ripped up the ground but nothing has changed

Bromide, sulphide, oxide, slag

We’re cleaning out the can with an oily rag

I’ll live on the dole or I’ll die in the dust

If they turn up the shift then strike we must

The company’s here but the money’s all gone

But I’m still digging, I’m still strong!

Inside a fireball

Inside a fireball

Hey everybody, can’t ya hear me call?

I’m standing in the street inside a fireball

Tomorrow’s in the future — death is in the cradle

You’re all chin waggin' around the conference table

Inside a fireball

Inside a fireball

We, we will not die

And it is, it is no crime

You take the whole world upon your shoulders

For the very last, for the very last time

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