Like good Stakhanovites we'll work to change it all
When rotten beams support a gallery, it falls

They have the old school tie, the fast-revolving door
They own the grand hotel, the liner and the shore
They have the telephone, they have the rubbish truck
They have the copper wire, of all the rotten luck

We must work twice as hard now mining their coal
And maybe one day we will own our own souls
Like good Stakhanovites we'll work to change it all
When rotten beams support a gallery, it must fall

We must work twice as hard now mining their coal
And maybe one day we will own our own souls
Like good Stakhanovites we'll work to change it all
When rotten beams support a gallery, it must fall