This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
It's hard for us to understand
We can't give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they can't control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
Deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
We work the black seam together
The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure packed it down
years
would
without
universe
understand
twelve
turning
trace
waste
together
through
theory
three
their
stained
hands
inside
faces
cumberland
cities
children
nuclear
clean
black
matter
deadly
grimy
cheap
exchange
ancient
build
changed
pressure
control
great
light
machines
world
fourteen
sense
makes
forest
million
economic
mills
thousand
should
mining
sleep
never
lands
packed
souls
poisoned
carbon
pence
streams
blood
place
pounds
underground
power
skills
redundant
become
satanic
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