We Work the Black Seam by Sting This place has changed for good Your economic theory said it would It's hard for us to understand We can't give up our jobs the way we should Our blood has stained the coal We tunnelled deep inside the nation's soul We matter more than pounds and pence Your economic theory makes no sense One day in a nuclear age They may understand our rage They build machines that they can't control And bury the waste in a great big hole Power was to become cheap and clean Grimy faces were never seen Deadly for 12,000 years Is carbon 14 We work the black seam together We work the black seam together
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