作词 : Cummings, Kale, Winter
(Cummings/Winter/Kale) 
Lookin’ through a pair of sad eyes 
Never feelin’ glad eyes 
Wantin’ 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 
Now they’re blowin’ up the islands 
And they’re shootin’ in the highlands 
Soon I know they’ll be on my lands ‘
Tis a bitter tale for true 
So smoke big factory