Shah Alam fell a hundred feet today
We found him lying face up on the keel
Azrael came and bore his soul away
And left his body broken by the steel
These are ocean going ships we break
Not built to come apart with ease
Three hundred taka is our pay
And a dream of greater wealth beyond the seas
Jamuna and Raja
Mabiya in the mangrove
The copper core
The blowtorch cutting through
This is where the great ships die
And all the workers bear the sign
The welding burn, the Chittagong tattoo
You can never hear when the gas escapes
It floats up from the bilge and fills the air
The cutterman's assistant starts the flame
It's the kind of thing that can happen anywhere
The work is hard
And steel is strong
We walk on rusted plates and rods
There's not a man
Would stay so long
But for the terrible will of God
Thursday's Band - The Chittagong Tattoo Lyrics
Thursday's Band - The Chittagong Tattoo Lyrics
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Shah Alam fell a hundred feet today
We found him lying face up on the keel
Azrael came and bore his soul away
And left his body broken by the steel
These are ocean going ships we break
Not built to come apart with ease
Three hundred taka is our pay
And a dream of greater wealth beyond the seas
Jamuna and Raja
Mabiya in the mangrove
The copper core
The blowtorch cutting through
This is where the great ships die
And all the workers bear the sign
The welding burn, the Chittagong tattoo
You can never hear when the gas escapes
It floats up from the bilge and fills the air
The cutterman's assistant starts the flame
It's the kind of thing that can happen anywhere
The work is hard
And steel is strong
We walk on rusted plates and rods
There's not a man
Would stay so long
But for the terrible will of God
We found him lying face up on the keel
Azrael came and bore his soul away
And left his body broken by the steel
These are ocean going ships we break
Not built to come apart with ease
Three hundred taka is our pay
And a dream of greater wealth beyond the seas
Jamuna and Raja
Mabiya in the mangrove
The copper core
The blowtorch cutting through
This is where the great ships die
And all the workers bear the sign
The welding burn, the Chittagong tattoo
You can never hear when the gas escapes
It floats up from the bilge and fills the air
The cutterman's assistant starts the flame
It's the kind of thing that can happen anywhere
The work is hard
And steel is strong
We walk on rusted plates and rods
There's not a man
Would stay so long
But for the terrible will of God
Writer: Mark Gamon
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