Billie Eilish from The Reckoning by Huck Fin

Chords: *Capo 0* 022000 (Em), 202000, 320000, 200000

Rock is righteous, sad kids are the nicest

I hope they like me like they like Billie Eilish

I been mining rock and I ain’t hit bottom yet

It’s a labor of love, inflamed livers, and tar in the chest

So I cough up the consequence and swallow down the conduit

Something about these loops just dope make sense

Well shit if I absolutely had to say what I’m honest to god thinking

I’d say the i should go to school and probably cool it with the drinking



But I don’t wanna, high off marijuana

Hiding in my instant cook, generica, nirvana

I’m Harry Potter with no Hogwarts alama matre

I just got old I never let things prosper proper



I come up and then I sit there and then I come down

Am I a man of substance now

I fall off and then I get up and then I’m back down

I take the punishment and I don’t make a sound

I been mining rock but I ain’t hit bottom yet

Someone shoot the boss, call the union, Im gonna need a bigger check

Because I been breaking sweat just waking up in bed

Pressure in my head, stomach unfed

And concerns left unsaid



Now all I wanna do is smoke some ganja

Feed my body parasympathetic propaganda

Not to start to drama but I read the dozen mantras

They didn’t do it for this godless prima donna



I been mining rock but I ain’t hit bottom yet

Got the job when I was 12 in the basement putting different bottles to my lips

Tasted like oil, piss, and licorice now you can find me where the liquor is

Mining away

Mining through night and through day

Haul all this rock for this old ball and chain

Am I satisfied with the way I’ve learned to live?

No! But it’s me versus the rock and I’ll never fucking give

You see my father mined the rock

The same as his forefather did that means the labors in the blood

That means I was born for this

Born to get by my whole life’s and occupation

I been boot licking the boss since the first time that I got wasted

Taste it i just want the more

Work the mine until I hit the floor

Well the mornings they might be a chore

But my boss he loves me, he loves me!



Sometimes I wanna quit but i not gonna

Call the job the seppuku, please let me fall on my katana

Self induced trauma, life’s a manufactured coma

I swear one day I’ll change I’m sorry dad I love you momma

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