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Prayer From Hell
The Sun is in zenith
And our heads are hanging low
In the mines of 16, we're all in the same boat
At the foot of the mountain, you can see us marching along
With chains around our necks, year after year
Everything we hoist down the shaft
Made of gold and green emerald
Lands straight in the lap of Henry, it's said
Ain't nothing ever goes our way, we don't need no chamber pots
Cause Henry ain't a priest and none of us a bell-ringer
Not even God can hear us when we pray from Hell
Ivan set off running, but never came back
Many before him have tried to end Henry's life
And rumour has it that the man who cracks the whip
Is the exact opposite of a certain Christian
In the mines of 16
I've lived for four years
But as soon as chance comes
I'm breaking out
Oh, Henry
Not even God (it's the gold that glitters)
Not even God (it's the blood that's running)
Can hear us when we pray, can hear us when we pray from Hell
Not even God, Baby
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