From the weeping womb to the tomb
Towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Aloft the emancipated industrial
mercantile maroon

Your heirs will be deprived this fate
A penitentiary as consumer villeins
Never to enter through
the grim rusting factory gates

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

The granulating dark satanic mills

Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones
Disassembly line of skin & bone
Collieries not beaches
lie beneath the paving stones

When chattel black turned to white
Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
The unborn will quench
the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Torn apart in the soul destroying

Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one

Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills

An existence, subservient, binded you'll see
A working class hero is something to be
An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed
A working class hero is something to bleed