Close the coalhouse door lad, there's blood inside-
Blood from broken hands and feet,
Blood from hearts that know no beat,
Blood that's dried uplike meat...

Close the coalhouse door lad, there's blood inside.

Close the coalhouse door lad, there's bones inside-
Splintered broken mangled bones,
Buried neath a mile of stones
And ther's none can hear their groans..

Close the coalhouse door lad, there's bones inside.

Close the coalhouse door lad, there's bairns inside-
Bairns that saw the blackness slide
Bairns that had no time to hide
There's bairns beneath the mountain side..

Close the coalhouse door lad, there's bairns inside.

Close the coalhouse door lad and stay outside.
Big business has destroyed the dole
And all you bastards, crowd of fools,
Complain about the price of coal..

Close the coalhouse door lad, and look outside.