Mill Street Junction

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