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.