Lyrics:
Of shame or conscience
Take my open heart into The Great Salt Mines
Under Lake Erie, By Whiskey Island
Take my open heart into The Great Salt Mines
Under
to the salt mine to start
Diggin' out from the rubble that's left of my broken heart
My livin' angel I saw you spread your wings
From tropic to cancer
And the deeps are blue
Well I've spent too many years in this salt mine
Every day no different than the last
And the days keep slippin' by just like a fault line
stay in line
But the salt mine always has its way
Watching you waste away
Maybe you'll bury yourself in due time
Rivers and valleys came and went
I
Goodbye
Going back to the salt mine
And he said goodnight
Goodbye
Going back to the salt mine
And it'll be alright
'Cause when the time's right
I'll make
would never stop pouring
It was so dark and it would never stop pouring
And these salt mines would never keep open
And these salt mines would never keep
for man
Though I’m one that time forgot
Know I always cared
Years in bloody salt mines
They just left me there
Years in bloody salt mines
They just
cruise by
Late Sunday night aching and red
Whining Monday morning as they get out of bed
Red eyed and numb at the ole salt mine
They're two country
Deep as the terrible sky
That you fell from this
This terrible beauty is born
Dethroned
I haunt the salt mines
A living wound
Living, breathing
grinding at the stone
When you've got such little to lose
You've got even less to choose
Spend those years down in the salt mines
So you can work with
meg
Trolldom med lyset på på myke tepper
Vi svetter, det blir salt på mine lepper
Du er mer enn en munnfull
Fyller glatt et stort smil
Så deilig med
Salt-mine
Scrape by
Scrape mine
Salt my
Scrape by
Just because you're caught red-handed
Doesn't mean there's blood on your hands
Does it?
on a sail with no ship
Sink wit it, no, drown innocence, rotate then emote, roller coast to the crypt
We slipped, we dine, we die, retry
Mine salts, salts
copy!
[That 'dumb' chorus continues.]
Well, we shot them rigs through salt-mine city
Dumb, dumb
With a hammer and a sickle on down
Dumb, dumb
Then we hit
Such a danger so we gotta slide
Into the depths of the salt mine
There's nothing at all
through salt-mine city
Dumb, dumb
With a hammer and a sickle on down
Dumb, dumb
Then we hit the fan through the Sea of Japan
Dumb, dumb
Tooled into
on a brand new kind of confusion
Built on wise decisions based on foolish pride
And you wonder why you wasted all this time
Oh Trying to find gold in a salt
drømma råtne, alle mine håp førrgår
Alle mine venna fløtte og je strør salt i mine egne sår
Alt det som e bra førrsvinn, alt det som e dritt førrbli
Og
a cold one, bein' sent down
It's gotta be fifty below
Mama here's a postcard to let you know
I'm in a salt mine and looking for coal
Shanghai'd in
one, bein' sent down
It's gotta be fifty below
Mama here's a postcard to let you know
I'm in a salt mine and looking for coal
Shanghai'd in Shanghai
"I guess you get so used to things being one way; you don't expect them to change"
I kissed
Your fucking
Wounds
You threw salt in mine
I took you
heller salt i mine sår
De vil ikke se meg vinne
Baby bare se på meg
Baby jeg gjør det igjen
Hun ville være med hjem
Men jeg hakke tid til å fokusere på
Joe chasing a storm in a mug
I could of swore I saw the lord of the strummers
Standing on line at the salt mine with the slugs
And it's such a weird
to the dark eye
Cold night, rock to the salt mines
Dread tide into the end time
Call sign, DARKEST ABYSS
Take a swing take a hit
Take a walk through the mist
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