Searching for a way to escape a desperate life of poverty,

grovellin' over your half-eaten loaf of white bread,

wishing you could afford an ounce of spread.

You're barely alive as the next bill drills a hole and you still struggle to survive.

The trains below are rumblin',

crumblin' your yellow-stained walls,

leaving behind rusty pipes as they turn to dust and you're tumblin'.

You try to take loans to postpone your misery, carrying the boulder of debt on your shoulders to give your family a shot at life.

The winters are getting colder.

Choosin' to replace your old boiler instead of buyin' childrens' toys.

No point leaving a glass of warm milk for Father Christmas, he's too busy with the rich kids!

You're left with a piece of coal stolen from the pit of despair.

You divided us with your black cloak and scythe,

slicing through our compassion as we tried to hide from your evil eyes.

We're vilified, like terrorist scum.

You're banging the same drum of hate so that people succumb to fear.

You say we're not human, choosin' to stamp us out instead of tryin' to relate.

You executed your master plan and the people too, pickin' off every trade union so you could soon tune 'em out of existence.

Every strike in vain as the toxic rain fell down and washed all hope from the miners as they drowned underground.

That's what it's all about!

That's what it's all about.