| Stow your gear and charge your lamp
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| Say goodbye to dark and damp
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| DSS will pay your stamp
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| Last shift, close her down
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| Leave your manhood, leave your pride
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| Back there on the mucky side
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| Take the cage for one more ride
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| Last shift, close her down
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| Put the business in the black
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| And they’ve stabbed us in the back
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| With old school ties and little white lies
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| They left our town for scrap
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| Golden handshake, sling our hooks
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| Now we’re nursemaids, now we’re cooks
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| Now our kids steal pension books
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| Last shift, close her down
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| Now the scrapper boys infest
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| And the wrecking balls caress
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| Like vermin round a burial ground
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| They catch the smell of death
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| Old Grimey’s lost its soul
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| Fifty million tons of coal
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| And we’re beggars on the dole
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| Last shift, close her down
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| Last shift, close her down |