| The steel mill closes down tonight | |
| As the dying embers fade | |
| And all the guys are too tired for tears | |
| Checking their final pay | |
| Those razored sabres of steel they made | |
| They never got to hold | |
| So many sold, millions | |
| Silence in the bar tonight | |
| And some aren't even here | |
| And red eyes gaze uncertainly | |
| Deep down into their beer | |
| And the holy ghost surrounds you with faith | |
| And peace of mind | |
| And love is all around you everywhere | |
| Stick it | |
| Stick it out | |
| We're sure if you try | |
| You'll get by | |
| Find a way | |
| Stick it | |
| Stick it out | |
| We're sure if you try | |
| You'll get by | |
| Find a way | |
| They tell you it's all over | |
| They don't need you anymore | |
| You hear him shout "bring the next one in" | |
| As you're walking out the door | |
| Decisions for so many dictated by so few | |
| A free man for the first time | |
| What are you gonna do now | |
| Stick it | |
| Stick it out | |
| We're sure if you try | |
| You'll get by | |
| Find a way |