Like good Stakhanovites we'll work to change it all When rotten beams support a gallery, it falls They have the old school tie, the fast-revolving door They own the grand hotel, the liner and the shore They have the telephone, they have the rubbish truck They have the copper wire, of all the rotten luck We must work twice as hard now mining their coal And maybe one day we will own our own souls Like good Stakhanovites we'll work to change it all When rotten beams support a gallery, it must fall We must work twice as hard now mining their coal And maybe one day we will own our own souls Like good Stakhanovites we'll work to change it all When rotten beams support a gallery, it must fall