Well, i wish I was in the land of Red Skins
New times there will not be
Look away, look away, look away Mining Pits.
In Mining Pits Land, where I was born in,
early on one Salty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away Mining Pits Land.
I wish I was in The Chimeran Scourge, Hooray! Hooray!
In Mining Pits Land I'll take my stand
to live and die in Mining Pits.
Away, away, away down south in Mining Pits.
Away, away, away down south in Mining Pits
Xoniac is sharp as a butcher's cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve 'er
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Mining Pits Land
Enslave the Blue Skins.
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