We Work the Black Seam - 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 tunneled 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
    But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen

    We work the black seam together
    We work the black seam together

    The seam lies underground
    Three million years of pressure packed it down
    We walk through ancient forest lands
    And light a thousand cities with our hands
    Your dark satanic mills
    Have made redundant all our mining skills
    You can't exchange a six inch band
    For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland

    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
    But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen

    We work the black seam together
    We work the black seam together

    Our conscious lives run deep
    You cling onto your mountain while we sleep
    This way of life is part of me
    There is no price so only let me be
    And should the children weep
    The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
    When you have sunk without a trace
    The universe will suck me into place

    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
    But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen

    We work the black seam together
    We work the black seam together
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    Marco Giunco
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