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 Ed Pickford © prs


If I’d known then what I know now

I wouldn’t have been so keen

T’ spend me workin’ life in a coal seam

I’d have stayed above the ground

In the air and sun

Not diggin’ where the Devil has his home.


Chorus:

The Devil is in the dust

That rises from the coal

It rages in your chest

As it battles for your soul.


I washed the dust off every day

A pit black coaly tide

I could not wash the dust I had inside

I wear a mask upon me face

I have and iron lung

Time is short but ev’ry day is long.


Chorus


I am a broken workingman

I am the price of coal

They left me here like this to pay the toll

I refuse t’ fade away

Gentle in the night

In nineteen ninety-eight I won the fight to prove..


Chorus


 (bridge to final chorus):

The few quid that they’ve given me

Is useless to me now

At least I’ve proved the truth of what they’ve done

Every breath’s a living death and life’s a living hell

It’s only being angry drives me on.



Devil is in the Dust