Skin of fire, bones of coal These piston arms are born to roll Down, down the line You don't find it, it finds you If you don't drive, it's what you do Down, down the line I see an open stage A crowd of people sit and wait Oh my fingers burn Mother, dear, please don't be hurt For if I stay I won't be heard And oh my fingers burn Oh my fingers burn, burn burn Focus on the work at hand Twisting bolts upon the plan Down, down the line Heavy is this steady wage Pulls the sun down on the day Down, down the line I see an open stage A crowd of people sit and wait Oh my fingers burn Mother, dear, please don't be hurt For if I stay I won't be heard And oh my fingers burn Oh my fingers burn, burn burn Saturday morning was a hell of a crash But you've gotta keep rolling on the trail of cash Down, down the line I see an open stage A crowd of people sit and wait Oh my fingers burn Mother, dear, please don't be hurt For if I stay I won't be heard And oh my fingers burn Oh my fingers burn, burn burn