Send me the cuttings from the paper,
Pass me the tonic from the shelf, 
A hundred views of mining towns 
Where they're shuttin' all the ole dirt down. 

Chorus:
There will be no red 'n' green world, 
They're shuttin' the ole dirt down. 

Find me something left to re-invest. 
Who'd have thought we'd bless these days 
Of the midnight shift and sulphur haze? 

Chorus 

This Is the two-faced coin of fortune, 
A twisted politicians' sort of tale. 
Where government and industry
Abandon whole communities