Again they buried an old miner The poisoned stocks of stone in sight The wind was sick from dust They all knew that it would settle overnight
And they all went to work into the mines the next day Like they'd done more than forty years now They had destroyed their land for the atomic curse 'Cause they hoped it would help them somehow
Those who worked for a better life Don't know to survive It is another Another kind of madness
Uranium wast is everywhere now Radioactive gas escapes Contaminated land and water denied responsibility When they're leaving you nothing than a big load of death
And you know that a cancer's your end What the industry's after They don't ask where it's from Don't you think that it's a crying shame?