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 theyre blowin up the islands
and theyre shootin in the highlands
soon i know theyll be on my lands
tis a bitter tale for true
So smoke big factory
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