The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills

From the weeping womb to the tomb
 Towering fuming smokestacks loomed
 Aloft the emancipated industrial
 mercantile maroon
 Your heirs will be deprived this fate
 A penitentiary as consumer villeins
 Never to enter through
 the grim rusting factory gates
 Six, zero, two, six
 Nine, six, one
 Torn apart in the soul destroying...
 Six, zero, two, six
 Nine, six, one
 The granulating dark satanic mills...
 Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones
 Disassembly line of skin & bone
 Collieries not beaches
 lie beneath the paving stones
 When chattel black turned to white
 Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
 The unborn will quench
 the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires
 Six, zero, two, six
 Nine, six, one
 Torn apart in the soul destroying...
 Six, zero, two, six
 Nine, six, one
 Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills
 An existence, subservient, binded you'll see
 "A working class hero is something to be"
 An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed
 A working class hero is something to bleed