Well they shot the chief up down in Muggah’s Creek
He was the last of his kind alive
And they started laying tracks with a steel-bladed axe
The wheels of industry
had arrived
And the people started coming from miles around
To add to the fire
that burned in this town
And they were treated like dirt
& their muscles they hurt
But they still kept
coming back somehow
And there were lots of old women but no old men
So the boys worked harder
to pay the rent
But before too long
those boys were gone
And it started all over again
700,000 tons of toxic sludge
Buried in our hearts & minds
But my soapbox faces the ocean
And the wind takes away my pleading cries
I saw the beefcake
grey-suits on TV
With a million different
chicken-shit alibis
And I never saw the soil sparkle quite so bright
Underneath the smoky red skies
Old Charlie saw the face of the lord in the smoke
Lord said everything’s going
to be just fine
But Charlie never got
to pass on the good news
Because he died in the
smoke that night
They sang their swan song down in the Love Canal
It was a shame
they never could quite hide
Some people talk about
a brighter future
Around here people just die
I saw the last stack come down over Muggah’s Creek
And the Boss-men
got away in the night
And the Widows were left to clean up the mess
And get on with the
rest of their lives

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