Success is a haircut at Toni & Guy, A flute tongue for sales Is an orchestra of grief For the common man you robbed. Martyrs of the cause Walk with the 'black legs' high headed So they can buy Christmas Before it sells them to sharks. Armour grey skies rinsed their wrath Godiva like and pure A blitz of holy water Fell faster than a David sling On these cowering Goliaths. Hire a fifty year old man for minimum wage, Shake his callused hand And he will be good to you, He will sweat blood. Leave him to machines And he wont become one For he is principled And wont see his grand children Grow to be the whip cracker Who broke his back and heart. Industry Coventry Where davy lamp sunrises Shine on the slag heap With average Joe Hocking blood on black mountains, All for a dream he'll give his son Found on a different path He turned from coal to gold.