THREE MAN CANNON LYRICS

"Pneumoconiosis"

Your feet are burning on this green, dead grass.
It looks just like you're running.
Can't you tell that it's stopped?
You never found the dust in the north.
Well, it keeps on falling but doesn't fill up the trenches.

Hey mat I looked up when you went down.
Hey mat we've got nothing to say.
And this summer I'll be spending with my friends.

Your hands are burning beneath this iron press.
The books are stacked so high they just fall on your chest.
Your ventricles have nothing to push.
You're like Beatrice alone in hell.

We dedicate one lung to coughing
While the other one sucks this shit in.

Thanks to Crimpets for these lyrics

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