The sky is brown
In this coal mining town
The holes are dug
The dust gets blown
Population rate is down
High death rates are found
But if you ask around
We take care of our own
We can't rely on official clowns
That is what we found
When disaster struck the town
The corporations go to ground
To get answers you need to hound
Or forever your sky will be brown.

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