The Decemberists - Rox In The Box Lyrics
Get the rox in the boxGet the water right down to your socksThis bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bonesWe all do what we canWe endure our fellow manAnd we sing our songs to the headframe's creaks and moansAnd it's one, two, threeOn the wrong side of the leeWhat were you meant forWhat were you meant forAnd it's seven, eight, nineYou gave your shuffle back in lineAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it againAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it againAnd you won't make a dimeOn this gray granite mountain mineOf dirt you're made and of dirt you will returnSo while we're living hereLet's get this little one thing clearThere's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turnAnd it's one, two, threeOn the wrong side of the leeWhat were you meant forWhat were you meant forAnd it's seven, eight, nineYou gave your shuffle back in lineAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it againAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it againAnd it's one, two, threeOn the wrong side of the leeWhat were you meant forWhatever you're meant forAnd it's seven, eight, nineYou gave your shuffle back in lineAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it againAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it againAnd if you ever make it to ten, you won't make it again
