| Song | Industrial Child |
| Artist | Jack Bruce |
| Album | Silver Rails |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tell you a story of grief and grime | |
| ‘bout a time left behind | |
| So many people without a chance | |
| Lost their place in the dance | |
| Big ships stopped berthing | |
| They’re lost in the Clyde | |
| All denied | |
| Hear the tears | |
| City still smokes with fear | |
| Ghostly kids every year | |
| I’ll tell you a story ‘bout coal and steel | |
| So real | |
| Hope keeps on losing | |
| The money that’s running the town | |
| Coming down | |
| Lights keep on hiding their eyes | |
| There’s no room for surprise | |
| I’ll tell you a story could wake the streets | |
| From sleep | |
| They closed down the stations | |
| For whole generations of trains | |
| In the grey rain | |
| I’ll tell you a story I can’t forget | |
| Tell you of faces that I remember yet |
| Tell you a story of grief and grime | |
| ' bout a time left behind | |
| So many people without a chance | |
| Lost their place in the dance | |
| Big ships stopped berthing | |
| They' re lost in the Clyde | |
| All denied | |
| Hear the tears | |
| City still smokes with fear | |
| Ghostly kids every year | |
| I' ll tell you a story ' bout coal and steel | |
| So real | |
| Hope keeps on losing | |
| The money that' s running the town | |
| Coming down | |
| Lights keep on hiding their eyes | |
| There' s no room for surprise | |
| I' ll tell you a story could wake the streets | |
| From sleep | |
| They closed down the stations | |
| For whole generations of trains | |
| In the grey rain | |
| I' ll tell you a story I can' t forget | |
| Tell you of faces that I remember yet |
| Tell you a story of grief and grime | |
| ' bout a time left behind | |
| So many people without a chance | |
| Lost their place in the dance | |
| Big ships stopped berthing | |
| They' re lost in the Clyde | |
| All denied | |
| Hear the tears | |
| City still smokes with fear | |
| Ghostly kids every year | |
| I' ll tell you a story ' bout coal and steel | |
| So real | |
| Hope keeps on losing | |
| The money that' s running the town | |
| Coming down | |
| Lights keep on hiding their eyes | |
| There' s no room for surprise | |
| I' ll tell you a story could wake the streets | |
| From sleep | |
| They closed down the stations | |
| For whole generations of trains | |
| In the grey rain | |
| I' ll tell you a story I can' t forget | |
| Tell you of faces that I remember yet |