In the darkness of the night
Waiting for the morning light;
Gritting of [bad word] rails - 
I'm going to jail.

Sullen furnace full of coal
That is darkening my soul.
Seven people round my head
Look at me as if I'm dead.

Noone cares, noone cries,
Cause my head has got a price.
Gritting of [bad word] rails - 
I'm going to jail x3.