Looking through a pair of sad eyes

Never feeling glad eyes

Wanting things that 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 blowing up the islands

And they`re shooting in the highlands

Soon I know they`ll be on my lands

It is a bitter tale for true



So smoke big factory