God made the methane, and God made the spark
.And God called the miners to come into the dark.In Sago, West Virginia, twelve ribbons mark the spot
Where the miners heard the thunder and went to meet their god
Who brings me this sacrifice of a dozen precious souls? bloody fingerprints are all over that Sago coal.
Man spoke to the judges, said: The law is surely mine.Let the coal trucks keep on rolling, let the company pay no fines
. Let there be profit. And He made the twelve-hour day,And let there be no union to get in the bosses' way.
men spoke to Bush and Clinton, they heard him in their dreams:Cut back on mine inspections, and the coalmine rescue teams.Make the ventilators silent ,And another week of drinking while the mine fills up with gas. (Chorus)
The reporters fill the churchyard, and they ask us how we feel.And what were the miners' final words, and what was their last meal?And the politicians hug us, and they offer up a prayer: give us another coalmine and bless all the millionaires.
With no union to protect them and no rescue teams around,No radio, no telephone in that dark, unholy ground,
In Sago, West Virginia, twelve ribbons mark the spotWhere the miners heard the thunder and went to meet their god.