Rising in the horizon: Like a mountain side
Of solid concrete: A nations pride
Power to the people: Electricity
Thunder and lightning into industry
A school of children, ears to the ground
Are first to notice the rumbling sound
Subsonic tremors, by the river banks
Whispers and mumblings within the ranks
Stand back! Walls are going to blow
Make way! Water’s going to flow
Day by day the pressure builds
When the red lights go, you’ll know.
I go to work at sunrise
Producing light for the nations eyes
I tend the engines eight hours a day.
I need the money — we’ve all got to pay
Stand back! Walls are going to blow
Make way! Water’s going to flow
Day by day the pressure builds
When the red lights go, you’ll know.