[intro, chorus] We mine for ore, we just want more, we keep on digging, below this floor. We're out of patience, no time for lore, so quit lamenting, don't be a bore. [verse1] More ore, we just want more, we keep on digging, below this floor. The rocks they groan, the picks they bite, we’ll mine through day, we’ll forge through night. [verse2] No time for books unless they burn, to molten steel our hearts will turn. The anvils sing, the bellows roar, our veins are fire, our blood is ore. [chorus] Swing the pick and strike the flame, forge the steel and stake our claim. Stone and smoke, we live, we die, under the mountain, the sparks will fly. [outro] Yes swing it hard and find each vein, to fill our quota is our aim. With gold and gems our halls shine bright, under the mountain, it's never night.
