We were weavers highly skilled 
To things were mechanised
Craft and artisanship killed
A threat to all our lives.

Machines meant the workforce shrunk.
You think you'd see us settle 
When bosses said 'Lets junk each punk
and replace you ... with heavy metal

Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites
The working man was sacrificed  
Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites
Turned us in to anar-chists 

Industrial reolution
Our old life over thrown
So we came up with a solution of our own 
A revolution of our own

Met in the hills and planned to smash 
Thier weaving machines of gloom
Hear that sweet music as we bash
A wop bam a loom ahh A wop bam boom

Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites
Industrial weaving its a stitch up
Break the device and smash my swtich up

We named our movement after ned ludd
A folk hero who myth proclaimed
Once reacted in a fit of rage
By smashing up some knitting frames

So we formed the new luddite army 
Started to riot
It all went barmy

Laws were passed to shake our wills
Sent solders armed with guns
All though we tried to break things still 
We fought the law but the law won  

Trial and punisments were seen
Its clear we lost the fight
But thanks to our rage against the machine
Now carries the name 
Ludd-ite

Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites
This band struggles carries on
Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddite Luddites
Wont rest to machines are all gone

Solo 
On what exactly?