Rio Disco Stink

Do you know what it means when you hear the pain

In an ugly woman's song

I know the truth, I won't hold my tongue

About what's going on

I know what it means when you look away

When I sing my song

I've got nothing to gain, and nothing to loose

And what you do is wrong

Do you know what it means when you hear the cry

Of the hungry girls in red

It hurts my mind and it hurts my pride

That they come to you for bread

And the company creep will dig them deep

As they lie down on their beds

You make your pile, on their weary smiles

And the hole between their legs.

It's not enough to cry when miners die

At RIO TINTO ZINC

Uranium will kill your son

Whatever you want to think

It's not enough to cry that children die

For the leader of your pack

When you hear their screams, you'll know it means

They're gonna get you off their backs.

Do you know what it means to breathe that dust

And feel it on your skin

When you're poor and black, with a weary back

And the white man's got a whip

They make white man's power from a hole in the ground

At RIO TINTO ZINC

And the company banks fill up their tanks

But you can't lock up the stink.

You make your pile where the miners die

At RIO TINTO ZINC

Do you know what I mean, can you hear them scream

Can you smell the stink

Of the hundreds dead at the RTZ

To pay for your British fun

The rotting men at the Rossing mine

That digs uranium

I know what it means that they're moving in

With their rigs to Donegal

The greedy men that pay so cheap

To dig their poison hole

I know what it means to want to blow up the queen

And RIO TINTO ZINC

And take a shot at the creamy lot

That sell us tea to drink

When the music dies in your disco dives

And the news fades on your screens

You'll get no sleep, you'll get no peace

You'll hear them in your dreams

Uranium will kill your son

Whatever you may want to think

Are you feeling proud ... of that hole in the ground

At RIO TINTO ZINC

A cancer spreads from a hole in the ground

At RIO TINTO ZINC

The company banks fill up their tanks

But you can't lock up the stink

Uranium will kill your son

Whatever you may want to think...

Are you feeling proud ... of that hole in the ground

At RIO TINTO ZINC