Pitstone 24/10/1996

I cannot for the life of me
Contemplate the worst
It’s as if, the town was evil
And had actually been cursed
It makes in fact no sense at all
To see a Natural Site
Transformed into a Hell on earth
Like it’s proposed, one night
Meandering the chalk streams
Where life teems, I do run
Up and over Pitstone Hill
In search of what we’ve done

To so deserve this treatment
For those who have tried
Given of our Labour
And now we are mystified
We did allow the town to be
Covered in the dust
It blew from out of their chimneys
And still we gave our trust
We breathed it in for us NO WIN
How it did disgust
Our men came home like snowmen
And that is bloody right
The dust was almost everywhere
Every single night
In their ears and in their eyes
Matted in their hair
Between their toes
We were unwise
It just got everywhere
To put up with this horrid muck
Blowing all around
Even around their genitals
The bloody stuff was found
And now the bastards want to sell us down the river to
A rubbish tip and 19 years
Well it will never do

We have had it up to here with them
They have treated us like muck
And now we do not trust them
For they had their mshare of luck
Now where’s ours