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 Catherdral bells are screaming

As someone's dog answers a call
And in the back row of the empire
The phantom of the bingo hall

The phantom of the bingo hall

Meanwhile the miners on the night shift

Stand by the pit head 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 oh she's a mill girl
It's plain she's coming down again
It's plain she's coming down again

She's coming down again