Uploaded December 2023 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Lyrics:
Without a Fortune III pickaxe, you may as well break it with your hand
Sometimes I trust that the caves will be saved to review
We’re freaking out in mineshaft carts, and riding rails to infinity
I used to break my pick digging the coal in the mine (now I only break it looking for blue)

Get out the mines, and into the biomes,
‘Cause all of the mobs, are looking for my home
And oh, the cake you bake will never keep you safe
When you’re sprinting through the game

Without a Fortune III pickaxe, you may as well break it with your hand
I used to break my pick on, break my pick on
Break my pick digging the coal in the mine
Now I only break it looking for blue

Get out the mines, and into the biomes,
‘Cause all of the mobs, are looking for my home
And oh, the cake you bake will never keep you safe
When you’re sprinting through the game

I’ve got carrots, that taste fine without any gold, ooh-whoa
I’ve got carrots, that taste fine without any gold, ooh-whoa
I’m not mining, without a Fortune III pickaxe

Get out the mines, and into the biomes,
‘Cause all of the mobs, are looking for my home
And oh, the cake will never bake
When you’re sprinting through the game