All of my life I feed the big chimney Coke and ore, I pour it in Food for the hungry mouth of the monster Got to keep the production rolling Black ore
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Sitting in the evening Dreaming of the old times When a job was there for the steady and strong I see old faces flickering in the firelight Faces of
Stow your gear and charge your lamp Say goodbye to dark and damp DSS will pay your stamp Last shift, close her down Leave your manhood, leave your pride
That's the place I used to work When I was a wild, young turk It's now the Museum of Industry Schoolkids get in for free Brickworks-smell of rotten
They closed up the sooty gates of Ayres and Company We stood on the picket line, my Jennifer and me We blocked the street, now the lorries come and turn
The song of wheels is in my head and mutiny in my hands The song of wheels is in my head and mutiny in my hands I'll go down to the dark place and kill
