Miner's Shortwave

Cold mine down below
All things great refuse to grow
Solid-state radio
Still won't save you
From the wages of the daughter-lover
As you dig Mother
Deep and slow

Drop a charge down the well
All things small refuse to sell
Never hear the warning bell
As the blast hits 
And the pieces won't receive the care
That you love to share
And rust like hell

Now you're back in the dark
All things small produce a spark
Just can't wait for the bark
Flip the on switch 
And you'll spread your message through the air
That you'd love to share