Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Till the underbelly swells with thirst and the heat comes up from underground
Sweat pours down our backs again as the workline moves in inches through the...
Sun is pounding a death in us, in the air the only sound we hear is
Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Hand in hand we work and blister to a never ending place in line
One falls down, his face in sand
All the others march over his body
Less one more to be fed at night, every moment waits for us to slow down
In the wake of dusk we listen, in the air the only sound we hear is
Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Geoffrey Landers - Workline (Hand to Hand) Lyrics
Geoffrey Landers - Workline (Hand to Hand) Lyrics
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Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Till the underbelly swells with thirst and the heat comes up from underground
Sweat pours down our backs again as the workline moves in inches through the...
Sun is pounding a death in us, in the air the only sound we hear is
Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Hand in hand we work and blister to a never ending place in line
One falls down, his face in sand
All the others march over his body
Less one more to be fed at night, every moment waits for us to slow down
In the wake of dusk we listen, in the air the only sound we hear is
Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Till the underbelly swells with thirst and the heat comes up from underground
Sweat pours down our backs again as the workline moves in inches through the...
Sun is pounding a death in us, in the air the only sound we hear is
Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Hand in hand we work and blister to a never ending place in line
One falls down, his face in sand
All the others march over his body
Less one more to be fed at night, every moment waits for us to slow down
In the wake of dusk we listen, in the air the only sound we hear is
Fill the hole and lift the metal to its rightful place in life with us
Writer: Geoffrey Landers
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