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