Rox In the Box Lyrics

Get the rox in the box, get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones We all do what we can, we endure our fellow man And we sing our songs to the head frames creaks and moans
And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for? What were you meant for? And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And you won't make a dime on this gray Granite Mountain Mine Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return So while we're living here, let's get this little one thing clear There's plenty of men to die, you don't jump your turn
And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for? What were you meant for? And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And it's one, two, three on the wrong side of the lee What were you meant for? Whatever you're meant for And it's seven, eight, nine, you get your shuffle back in line And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again