Behind the gasworks after midnight
Mad Jane she holds a sweaty hand
And 'though the rain runs down the gutter
She dreams she hears the gasworks band
Somewhere cathedral bells are screaming
As someones dog answers a call
And in the back row of 'The Empire'
The phantom of the bingo hall
Meanwhile the miners on the night shift
Stand by the pithead in the cold
And 'though their faces look quite dirty
You know to them it feels like gold
A neon sign bleeds in the darkness
A thousand clubs for working men
But crazy Jane she's just a mill girl
It's plain she's coming down again