(Cummings/Winter/Kale)
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
