Coal - Devastations

I stared into the eyes

Of the deep black coal

And I knew that it knew

What I did know I knew

My mother she was a whore

She was lost before I was born

My father I barely knew when he took me by the hand and told me Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Then he kicked away the chair

Black blue bruises on my hips

Something smeared beneath my lips

A blister on my knee

And a ringing in my ears tells me Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Their not coming back for you

Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

I’ve got coal inside my pocket

Hold on

I’ve got coal inside my bed

Hold on

I’ve got coal inside my home

Hold on

I’ve got coal inside my head

Hold on