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