| So early in the morning | |
| It's the same now every day | |
| Sign your name and number | |
| Cutting from the ball and chain | |
| Never letting go when | |
| The weight was so deceiving | |
| Treading on a turning wheel | |
| Machinery is screaming | |
| Shoulder to the stone again | |
| Praying for the evening | |
| Hiding as the fist hits steel | |
| Enough's enough | |
| It's eye to eye | |
| Enough's enough | |
| We cry | |
| Enough's enough | |
| Of smoke and steel | |
| Enough's enough | |
| Of turning this wheel | |
| Looking at his picture | |
| Steel did turn the skin to bone | |
| Father I remember | |
| The hands that had to break the stone | |
| Enough's enough | |
| It's eye to eye | |
| Enough's enough | |
| We cry | |
| Enough's enough | |
| Of smoke and steel | |
| Enough's enough | |
| Of turning this wheel |