Smith & Taylor - Chumbawamba

Built with lives

Remembered in plans

A history of no ones

For the glory of just one man

Should Smith now fall

Then Taylor takes his place

We’re measuring our progress

By burying our waste

Pyramids, palaces

Railways and mills

Viaducts, offices

Pipelines and canals

Bells for the architect

Ringing through the land

A hundred honest men to wash

The ink stains from his hands

For the forging of words

Comes easy as sleep

Stones for Smith & Taylor

Their memories to keep

Every maiden voyage

Leaves a widow on the shore

And every blessed spire

Sees the earth get its reward