Remembrance Day Songtext

There is a pithead far away without its winding gear And there they crucified the pits And all the jobs round here So dearly, dearly we need jobs to earn our daily bread The right to work is all we crave To keep our families fed There is a green hill not far away that used to be a pit But now it's just a grassy bank Where picnic parties sit And deep beneath their quiche lorraine the ghosts of miners sing The politics of selfish gain Has ruined everything