Lyrics:

(CummingsWinterKale)Lookin' through a pair of sad eyesNever feelin' glad eyesWantin' things they never had eyesIn the middle of up streamWant the pictures in the green frameReputation with a clean nameSing a tune without the dream fameFor a hundred maybe twoSo smoke big factoryNow they're blowin' up the islandsAnd they're shootin' in the highlandsSoon I know they'll be on my landsÃ?Â?Tis a bitter tale for trueSo smoke big factory