Lyrics:

(CummingsWinterKale) Lookin' through a pair of sad eyes Never feelin' glad eyes Wantin' things they never had eyes In the middle of up stream Want the pictures in the green frame Reputation with a clean name Sing a tune without the dream fame For a hundred maybe two So smoke big factory Now they're blowin' up the islands And they're shootin' in the highlands Soon I know they'll be on my lands ‘Tis a bitter tale for true So smoke big factory