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Father worked the coal mines into an early graveSixty hour weeks and not a hope for a raiseMcCallahan, the bossman, had an iron fist up his assBut now he's haunted by the demons of his despicable pastFather lead five men into an unexplored caveAnd in a flash the ceiling crashed, no one could be savedWell, that's the way things go,? McCallahan said to my maAnd he left us standing on his porch, our mouths dropped in aweThe next day he forgot that we were even there at allNow all of the day, the screams of dying men in painClouds this ruthless bastard's mind who brushed them to the sideAnd in some feeble way, my father's death was not in vainAs no one dares to work inside a haunted coal mineNow every time McCallahan takes a puff from a cigarHis mouth fills up with coal dust and he spits it to the floorAnd every time he sees his reflection in the mirrorMy father's blackened corpse stands directly to his rearThe workers couldn't stand the evil howling in the cavesOr the visions of canaries disemboweled by pick-axe bladesAnd when he goes to sleep McCallahan opens one eyeForever haunted by the ghosts of those six brave men that diedForever at the mercy of his evil, foolish prideNow all of the day, the screams of dying men in painClouds this ruthless bastard's mind who brushed them to the sideAnd in some feeble way, my father's death was not in vainAs no one dares to work inside a haunted coal mine Aus Songtexte Mania