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letra de friday night - the maka sticks

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[verse 1]
there’s a statue in the middle of our town
of a worker with a pickaxe in his hand
and every shuttered window
and empty factory floor
tells another story
close another door

[chorus]
every monday on the news
another factory closing
what a sight, each friday night
to see the smokestacks falling

[verse 2]
there’s a tomb inside the churchyard in our town
of a man who made his riches from the mine
and by the blackened steeple
they wrote his blackened name
so everyone remembers who’s to blame (who’s to blame!?)

[chorus]
every monday on the news
another factory closing
what a sight, each friday night
to see the smokestacks falling
[bridge]
on friday we went walking on the hill
we came on sixty workers standing still
the town below alive
with phosphorescent light
and in the amber air
the smell of dust and dynamite

[chorus]
every monday on the news
another factory closing
what a sight, each friday night
to see the smokestacks falling

every monday on the news
another factory closing
what a sight, each friday night
to see the smokestacks falling

- the maka sticks

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