The Deerpark Mines (2008)

Walking by the Deerpark baths
Boys turned to men and never turned back
And the ghosts who haunt these places
Smiling noble blackened faces

Cigarettes in the pockets and the prayers were said
A chesty cough to wake the dead
Deep beneath the stony ground
Cast into the shadow bound

And it gets so cold you can hardly breath
And it gets so dark you can barely see
Till it leaves your veins run black as night
Deep in the Deerpark Mines

Now my father worked here all his life
He spent lifting anthracite
At 12 years old I left behind my school
I went down and I worked those mines too

And it gets so cold you can hardly breath
And it gets so dark you can barely see
Till it leaves your veins run black as night
Deep in the Deerpark Mines

There's a dirty breeze blowing in the shadows of Bell's Heap
Past the run-down buildings and all those memories
And as I sit and think of my old friends
With a pick in hand in the dark again

And it gets so cold you can hardly breath
And it gets so dark you can barely see
Till it leaves your veins run black as night
Deep in the Deerpark Mines