I'm not a machine. I don't burn coal, no. I don't run on steam. I feel like I wish I could. I can't keep up this pace even if i wanted to.
Coal driven man, I'm no coal driven man.
My hands aren't made of steel. I've worked them down to nothing and I've watched them bleed and peel. I don't move on a rail. I just have these two feet and I know that they will fail.
Coal driven man, I'm no coal driven man.
I know I can't be born again. I can't forge a new body out of tin. I know that burning coal's not sound but the way I'm living my just put me in the ground.