Hey, hey-hey hey
  There'll be food on the table tonight
  Hey, hey, hey hey
  There'll be pay in your pocket tonight
  
  My gut is wrenched out it is crunched up and broken
  A life that is led is no more than a token
  Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why
  If I yell out at night there's a reply of bruised silence
  The screen is no comfort I can't speak my sentence
  They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why
  
  But if I work all day at the blue sky mine
  (There'll be food on the table tonight)
  Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
  (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)
  
  The candy store paupers lie to the share holders
  They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
  The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
  So I'm caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
  The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
  Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
  And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue
  If the sugar refining company won't save me
  Who's gonna save me?
  
  But if I work all day at the blue sky mine
  (There'll be food on the table tonight)
  Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
  (There'll be pay in your pocket tonight)
  
  And some have sailed from a distant shore
  And the company takes what the company wants
  And nothing's as precious, as a hole in the ground
  
  Who's gonna save me?
  I pray that sense and reason brings us in
  Who's gonna save me?
  We've got nothing to fear
  
  In the end the rain comes down
  Washes clean, the streets of a blue sky town