I don't know what hangs round there Now the air is once more air Death leaves no stain Only on the memory Everything is as it was All in the grip of the heat Water comes slow from the pump Man with his last cigarette Watches the last of the day Children dig holes in the ground Wait for the siren to blow Deep in the Union Carbide Workers break off from the shift Cluster the bicycles out Punch through the clock at the gate Home and it's home for the night Town that exists on its knees Never woke up to the day Gas from the Union Carbide Poisoned the people in sleep And for the children unborn Still they are dying today When will the company pay Seems like no never no not Buried the case in the court Everything is as it was All in the grip of the heat Water comes slow from the pump Man with his last cigarette