Black Lung

作曲 : Jonah Kagen

One, two, three, four

I don't think you're in your right mind, baby

But I could never do to you what you're doing to me

Daddy warned me 'bout the black lung

Mama told me what it feels like, hurting to breathe

I don't think that I got any real problems

I heard my best friend's dad drank himself to death

I heard he died with a black lung

I heard he died with a big ol' hole in his chest

I came to you begging and heaving

And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines

So who are you to say you're having trouble breathing?

It ain't real, boy, you'll be fine"

I haven't ever met the angel of death

Rumor has it he's a real kind son of a bitch

He ain't giving out black lung

He's just waiting by the phone to come and clean up the mess

I think you might kill me, even then I wonder if you'd know why

'Cause you could hold on to a cold hand and say, "A tight chest ain't a reason for a man to die"

I came to you begging and heaving

And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines

So who are you to say you're having trouble breathing?

It ain't real, boy, you'll be fine"

I came to you begging and heaving

And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines

Who are you to say you're having trouble breathing?"

It ain't real

It ain't real

It ain't real

I came to you begging and heaving

And you said, "Men used to die inside the mines

So who are you to say you're having trouble breathing?"

It ain't real, it ain't real

It ain't real, boy

Oh, oh-oh

It ain't real, boy, you'll be fine