(CummingsWinterKale)



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