Lyrics
We were born with dust in our lungs,
Raised on sweat and the songs of the young.
Built these walls with hammer and nail,
But the fire inside will never fail.
The foreman shouts, “Boy, pick up the pace!”
Ain’t got time for mercy or grace.
But down in the trenches, deep in the mines,
The faithful still sing, the weary still rise.
Fire in the bellies! Mud on the boots!
We stand, we fight, we walk in the truth!
Hands in the dirt! Eyes on the sky!
We toil, we struggle, but faith will not die!
I’ve seen men break, seen strong men fall,
Watched ‘em drown in the bottle’s call.
But a man ain’t the sum of the gold he holds,
It’s the weight of the cross and the fire in his soul.
The world says “bow,” but we stand tall,
Shoulders broad, backs to the wall.
We ain’t got riches, but we ain’t got chains,
What we have is a name that will never fade.
Fire in the bellies! Mud on the boots!
We stand, we fight, we walk in the truth!
Hands in the dirt! Eyes on the sky!
We toil, we struggle, but faith will not die!
(Who holds the fire?) — The One who saves!
(Who bears the burden?) — The One who gave!
(Who breaks the chains?) — The One who reigns!
(Who lifts the weary?) — The King remains!
Fire in the bellies! Mud on the boots!
We stand, we fight, we walk in the truth!
Hands in the dirt! Eyes on the sky!
We toil, we struggle, but faith will not die!
We labor, we long, we lift up our hands,
This world ain’t home, we’re bound for that land.
Through trial and fire, the faithful will stand,
With dust on our skin but the mark of His hand.
The world says “bow,” but we stand tall,
Shoulders broad, backs to the wall.
We may not be rich, but we ain't got no chains,
What we have is a name that will never fade.
Fire in the bellies! Mud on the boots!
We stand, we fight, we walk in the truth!
Hands in the dirt! Eyes on the sky!
We toil, we struggle, but faith will not die!
(Who holds the fire?) — The One who saves!
(Who bears the burden?) — The One who gave!
(Who breaks the chains?) — The One who reigns!
(Who lifts the weary?) — The King remains!
Fire in the bellies! Mud on the boots!
We stand, we fight, we walk in the truth!
Hands in the dirt! Eyes on the sky!
We toil, we struggle, but faith will not die!
We labor, we long, we lift up our hands,
This world ain’t home, we’re bound for that land.
Through trial and fire, the faithful will stand,
With dust on our skin but the mark of His hand.
AI-assisted, human-directed. Lyrics co-written with an AI assistant. The process