Miners of the Cosmos

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Hey! Pickax echoes in the stone. Carving craters far from home.

Oxygen's thin and the rations low. Still we sing so the cosmos knows.

Heave away, you miners bold. Chasing dust and chasing gold. Through the void,

where silence reigns. We drink to numb the aching veins. Oh!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Iron veins and diamond seams.

Fuel the captains, feed their dreams. We get crumbs, they take the feast.

Yet our voices never cease. Heave away, you miners bold. Chasing dust and