Dynamite-proof safe On the back of the stage Push it off a cliff Just to see if it breaks We’re all wondering How we’re gonna get in this thing It’s accumulating dents But we can’t open it Dynamite-proof safe Smash it with a big rock Can we pry the door Could we melt the lock We sit it on some train tracks Stand back and wait for impact We hear a whistle, see some smoke We watch the engine approach Dynamite-proof safe We rush down to the tracks To our great dismay The damn thing’s not even cracked Sleepy little mountain town That’s all we found when we arrived Barely any people left Ever since they shut down the mines Oh, how the pickings seemed so ripe There were rumors of a safe Buried under the general store Last words of a dying man Of gold, diamonds, T-notes and more We waited ‘til sundown and went to work Burst in just when it was closing Tied up the shopkeeper Took a pickaxe to the floor Ripped up big planks of cedar Laying bare a long lost tunnel From an old silver lode Grabbing lanterns from the shelves We descended below Through the spiraling passages Corkscrewed into the hill Catching glares from long gone miners Who haunt the mountain still We wandered in aimless circles Til our lamps began to fade Then we turned a final corner And our eyes fell upon the safe Hoisted it up Into an ancient mine cart Pushing and shoving With a great big running start We sent it rolling Down the rusty iron rails It picked up so much speed The wheels sparked and the brakes wailed Let me tell you how The mine cart screamed Down the abandoned shaft We couldn’t keep up It was rolling too fast Oh it rolled so fast It busted through The boarded-up entrance to the mine And flew tumbling End-over-end down the hillside We staggered out Our eyes struggling to adjust to the daylight And found ourselves surrounded By a dozen U.S. Marshals looking for a gunfight A bullet pierced my shoulder And sent my thoughts spilling into the past Don’t remember Diamond City all too clearly But can fill in the gaps I was ten years younger then Blasting water in the side of a hill Bought a bottle of whiskey with a handful of placer When I wanted a thrill Abused my body all day Continued to abuse it at night So quick to roll up my sleeves And raise my fists for a fight Dumb, irresponsible And sowing the seeds of what still was to come But perhaps it was inevitable My hand would find the gun when the gold dried up “Coming to, he’s coming to” “I think he’s coming to” I could hear the boys in the gang shout out: “Hot damn, he’s coming to!” Whoa-oh-oh-oh La la la la la Surrounded by dead Feds Outside the mine Two weeks ago Tending to my wounds As the gang lifted the safe Onto an old stagecoach Dynamite-proof safe All this blood on our boots We’ll get it unlocked If it’s the last thing we do Dynamite-proof safe Maybe that’s just a lie Can we blow it to hell We won’t know unless we try