They say the wind moans
Maybe the true gods of England alight on the breeze
Calling me back home
The melody kisses me gently, the breeze
Sets me on fire
I burst from the mire
No crystal geyser, no hot air balloon
But I'm high as hell on the world
Girl, when we're grown
Girl, how we've grown
Well, you must be alone
To fall to your knees
Stacked by the seas
Black with disease
That's my manganese
As young men bang on the wheel
And yell, "Fucking trains!"
As they wait for the rain
And the sunset flickers through the cracks in the carriage
Like a very old film
Like a very old film
And we settle back for 20-odd minutes before heading back
Back, back, back into the kiln
Ooh!
Back into the kiln, yeah, ooh
Singing, "That's my manganese", ah yeah
Well, you must be alone
To fall to your knees
Stacked by the seas
Black with disease
That's my manganese
That's my manganese
That's my manganese
That's my manganese
That's my manganese
That's my manganese
That's my manganese, ooh, yeah
That's my manganese
That's my manganese
