Boys in the Hole

Can you hear the murmur
Of the boys in the hole?
It's a computer server
Whose circuits are cold
But each boy is lying
There on a warm bed of coals
Each considering trying to be
Queen of the boys in the hole

They've been there for ages
Those boys in the hole
There's no need for cages
We keep notes on their souls
There's no sense of direction
Just please remember their roles
We each have our questions
For the boys in the hole

It glows to the edges
The lamplight from the hole
We ease up to the ledges
And reach down with a pole
We sell them our sorrows
Down there with the moles
They sing out the tomorrow
Of men in the hole