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They tore up the landscape And scarred it with craters, They tore up the landscape And turned it all black, Like some kind of hell Had raised up to hate us, The trees are all gone And the grass won’t grow back. They chewed up the green belt With heavy machinery, They chewed up the green belt And clawed it to shreds, As though the four horsemen Had ripped through the scenery, Waged war on the earth And then left it for dead. What’s left to be proud of From pillage and raping? What’s left to be proud of From greed that defiles? A smouldering landfill Sucked dry and misshapen, And nothing but coal dust For a good ten square miles...