Stow your gear and charge your lamp. Say goodbye to dark and damp. DSS will pay your stamp. Last shift close her down. Leave your manhood leave your pride. Back there on the mucky side. Take the cage for one more ride. Last shift close her down. Put the business in the black. And they've stabbed us in the back. With old school ties and little white lies. They left our town for scrap. Golden handshake sling our hooks. Now we're nursemaids now we're cooks. Now our kids steal pension books. Last shift close her down. Now the scrapper boys infest. And the wrecking balls caress. Like vermin round a burial ground. They catch the smell of death. Old Grimey's lost its soul. Fifty million tons of coal. And we're beggars on the dole. Last shift close her down. Last shift close her down