Kill the Belt Above the Jaws

[Кіріспе] [Ride bell alone] [High tremolo line, faint bass shadow] [Repeat phrase, tambourine taps backbeat] [Full galloping guitars, bass, double-kick drums] [Куплет 1] Steel plate wedged in the crusher’s jaw The belt keeps feeding, stone by stone I take the catwalk, kill the flow Red dust climbing past my boots The manager barks, “get it running now” Next blast is waiting on the clock I take the bar and check the chain No one goes below that lock [Қайырма] Hold that belt! let the jaws go still! Clear the chamber—steady hands, iron will! Up on the catwalk, grit in our teeth! One safe move, then the whole plant breathes! [Куплет 2] The plate is twisted hard and fast The chute still shudders under load I call the stop; the feeder dies We tag the switch beside the road He wants the tons before the blast I tell him what the lockout means We test the dead, we brace the steel Then work the jam in measured swings [Қайырма] Hold that belt! let the jaws go still! Clear the chamber—steady hands, iron will! Up on the catwalk, grit in our teeth! One safe move, then the whole plant breathes! [Guitar solo] [Қайырма] Hold that belt! let the jaws go still! Clear the chamber—steady hands, iron will! Up on the catwalk, grit in our teeth! One safe move, then the whole plant breathes! [Аутро] Steel comes free; the chamber’s clear We restart only when it’s safe The next blast rolls across the ridge No ton of stone is worth a life