5.15 A.M.
Snow laying all around
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, workingmens club
On the road from the pithead
The churchyard packed
With mining dead
Then beneath the bridge
He comes to a giant car
A shroud of snow upon the roof
A mark ten jaguar
He thought the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and deep
Both dead and cold
Shot through
With bullet holes
The one armed bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
Put your money in
Pull the levers
Watch them spin
Cash cows in all the pubs
But he preferred the new nightclubs
Nineteen sixty-seven
watch
trappers
toiled
together
sunlight
still
skimming
silent
thought
shroud
shift
seams
somebody
round
primary
price
pittance
pithead
picks
sweet
people
stone
north
nineteen
young
preferred
nightclubs
night
glass
tough
there
school
cracked
cycles
comes
sixty
giant
levers
black
pushed
dolce
mining
churchyard
clean
child
bullet
crushed
seven
around
putters
armed
birdcage
pulled
foals
bandit
packed
laying
barrows
asleep
bridge
geordieland
hands
flashy
underground
gaily
gather
suits
alone
generations
drives
great
hacked
beneath
eighteen
happy
money
hauls
holes
jaguar
knows
through
diamonds
heaven
little
boots
mother
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