Send me the cuttings from the paper,
Pass me the tonic from the shelf,
A hundred views of mining towns
Where they're shuttin' all the ole dirt down.
Chorus:
There will be no red 'n' green world,
They're shuttin' the ole dirt down.
This is the last remaining weapon,
Find me something left to re-invest.
Who'd have thought we'd bless these days
Of the midnight shift and sulphur haze?
Chorus
This Is the two-faced coin of fortune,
A twisted politicians' sort of tale.
Where government and industry
Abandon whole communities
Pass me the tonic from the shelf,
A hundred views of mining towns
Where they're shuttin' all the ole dirt down.
Chorus:
There will be no red 'n' green world,
They're shuttin' the ole dirt down.
This is the last remaining weapon,
Find me something left to re-invest.
Who'd have thought we'd bless these days
Of the midnight shift and sulphur haze?
Chorus
This Is the two-faced coin of fortune,
A twisted politicians' sort of tale.
Where government and industry
Abandon whole communities