The chimneys are as black as the future All the faces grey as stone Thanks very much Margaret For the work that you have done Just pull out your fingers Clean 'em with a snow Just like the metal when it melts At the top there is just scum Echoes in the street (It's a ghost town) The building's has lost it's heat (It's a ghost town) Words that roll of your tongue (It's a ghost town) The dole has just begun (It's a ghost town) Pride is of the essence And when you take it away There isn't much to live for With the working day Those Consett men had their pride And their jobs of steel Now they stand in the dole queue With their hands outstretched Yes that's the way to kill a town Yes that's the way to kill a town