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On The Slag Heap

from Screaming Blue Murder by The Crows Of Albion

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On The Slag Heap

Quenching the eternal flame,
the furnaces won’t burn again,
the northern dragons will lay still -
the Government has had its fill.

At its heart a molten core
that will implode and beat no more.
The mill will close, the light will die
and in the dark the ghosts will cry.

The workers will go home to bed
not knowing if their family’s fed
or if they will become a number
disappearing whilst they slumber.

Another industry breathes its last,
what once was present becomes past,
the mines, the docks and now the steel
like butterflies upon a wheel.

When the grass has covered all,
like graves with bodies in the soil,
some day we will look back and say
these tired beasts had had their day.

But that will be only half a tale -
economics made them fail,
priced them to a lingering death -
squeezed them of their failing breath

Yet in the end nobody cared
how these aging titans fared
they didn’t hear their sad swan song -
but they will miss them when they’re gone.

‘Another dog has had its day’,
the fawning politicians say -
and like a dog they put it down
destroying one more northern town.

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from Screaming Blue Murder, released September 30, 2018
WORDS/VOCALS: Ian Whiteley
MUSIC/INSTRUMENTS: Martin Heaton
BACKING VOCALS: Jeff Dawson & Alan Gray

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