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Loadin for the Ladder
Lyrics by Oliver Eser
(Call): Hoist it up, boys, stack it tight!
(Response): Back’s gone numb but we work all night!
(Call): Rust in my lungs and fire in my grip—
(Response): Ain’t no cure but a whiskey sip!
Loadin’ for the ladder, boys, grind that gear!
Skies turn red when the tankers steer!
One slip means a firestorm bed—
Stack it wrong and you wake up dead!
Hammer down and the sirens wail,
Jupiter’s eye like a ghost set sail.
Got twelve more drums and a busted crane,
Ain’t seen my girl since the acid rain.
Loadin’ for the ladder, boys, grind that gear!
Belt runs hot, but the end ain’t near.
Steel toe boots and a crooked spine—
If we don’t drop dead, we’re back by nine!
They say the Mars boys got robots now—
but none that’ll curse like Tommy Dow.
We drink, we sweat, we burn, we haul,
and if the dome breaks… we take the fall.
Loadin’ for the ladder, boys, grip that rope.
Breathin’ ash and chewin’ hope.
We curse, we bleed, we load, we fight—
And dream of peace we’ll never write...
Sector 8—another shipment in. Get movin’, boys.
