My days at the blast furnace ended with a bang
when I lost my temper and took a sledge to a crane.
So they banished me to the mines of Copper County
frozen below.
Made it out alive from one hell
into an underworld of snow.

But I won't give up
till I'm used up.

(Chorus)
To survive the grind you gotta keep the gears going
gotta keep it burning to keep the fuse from blowing.
Blue collar worker in the deep white sea.
I'll dig to the other side or else the cold will encrust me.

Chip away keep swinging your arm,
chisel at the day to keep your body warm.
Gonna get better, gonna be the best.
I'll dig down to the core if that's my test.

Isn't it funny that a hot head lost his cool?
They canned me on the day I ran out of canned food.
Fired me from the pits of fire and isolated in the ice.

This is the cavern where that pilot won the gold,
but there's no gem or precious prize while
carving out these cubes of cold,
of crust and grime and clustered rime
in a crystal tomb I serve my time.

I've got salt beads stuck in ducts
but I have got to suck it up.
Never thought I'd miss that hurricane of soot
that molten cup.

I'll keep mining, won't give up,
we'll swing those axes HUP! HUP! HUP!
and if I dig for long enough
I'll make this frosty grave a bluff.

(Chorus)

(Repeat)
Isn't it funny that a hot head lost his cool?
They canned me on the day I ran out of canned food.
Fired me from the pits of fire and isolated in the ice.

This is the cavern where that pilot won the gold,
but there's no gem or precious prize while
carving out these cubes of cold,
of crust and grime and clustered rime
in a crystal tomb I serve my time.

I've got salt beads stuck in ducts
but I have got to suck it up.
Never thought I'd miss that hurricane of soot
that molten cup.

I'll keep mining, won't give up,
we'll swing those axes HUP! HUP! HUP!
and if I dig for long enough
I'll make this frosty grave a bluff.

But I won't give up
till I'm used up.