Lyrics Go to the Road - Public Service Broadcasting

It was a sad day at the Penallta Colliery in the Rhymney valley
When the pits finally closed after bring in operation for 60 years.
This means that all the pits at the top end of the Rhymney valley
Have now been closed down...

35 years of loyal service in the industry.
There must be something more than just ′put them over in the next pit'

You′re selling your son's job, not your job

When you're a young pit bull, like this,
You wanna pick up the other pieces every one of them
United we stand, united we bloody fall, the lot of you ought to say

The offers that we′ve been having now, nothing short of disgusting
They′ve been promising this and promising that.
We know no self if we're gonna end up with a job
The way it′s going now, we've been chucked on the scrapheap

The union have accepted it, the party have accepted it,
And they′ve made know to us that under no uncertain terms,
That we've reached the end of the road