Looking through a pair of sad eyes Never feeling glad eyes Wanting things they never had eyes In the middle of up stream Want the pictures in the green frame Reputation with a clean name Sing a tune without the dream fame For a hundred maybe two So smoke big factory Smoke big factory Now they're blowing up the islands And they're shooting in the Highlands Soon I know they'll be on my lands It is a bitter tale for true So smoke big factory Smoke big factory Smoke big factory Smoke big factory