In Those Dark Satanic Mills

The mine closed
And shuttered the town
The kids left
Went sixty miles south

The cold came
Drove frost to the ground
The pipes burst
Weather ate the brick

The lips cracked
And the wind it bit
The wood stove
Everyone had a saint

The chill went
Dad started to drink
The winter passed
But mother stayed sick

Fixated
Obsessed, again
Fixated
Obsessed, again

The TV died
And we watched fires
The school closed
Structure fire

The cat leapt
Too near the fire
The beach kids
And the bonfires

The mood turned
Our guts were furled
The lamp dimmed
Wind killed the fire

The night came
Drunk fell in the fire
The day came
Gave mother 'til five

Fixated
Obsessed, again
Fixated
Obsessed, again