Smoke Big Factory

Looking through a pair of sad eyes
Never feeling glad eyes
Wanting 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
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
Smoke big factory
Smoke big factory
Smoke big factory