"Black Lung" (Rancid)
"[...] All the men look the same
When they come out the mine
No prejudice for the mighty black lung
Rank and file workers, rank and file minds
So take off the gloves and sock it to 'em
Somethings keep me goin'
Well, I've got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin,' do you feel the same?
When the lonely whistle calls out your name [...]"