once when we were sunshine steady 
tough and tumble rough and ready 
we became a backwards nation 
forward rolling mill and station 

early morning calisthenics 
cold and hideous eugenics 
science wears the mask of reason 
blood will always find its season 

once when we were midnight sterile 
wine in bottle beer in barrel 
came the mills to pound and grind us 
since none lost us, none would find us 

  lives were crushed as were our wills 
  in the forward rolling mills