5.15 A.M.   Snow layin' all around   A collier cycles home   From his night shift underground      Past the silent pub   Primary school, workin' mens club   On the road from the pit head   The churchyard packed with minin' dead      Then beneath the bridge   He comes to a giant car   A shroud of snow upon the roof   A mark ten jaguar      He thought the man was fast asleep   Silent, still and deep   Both dead and cold   A shot through with bullet holes      The one armed bandit man   Came north to fill his boots   Came up from Cockney land   E-type jags and flashy suits      Put your money in   Pull the levers, watch 'em spin   Cash cows in all the pubs   But he preferred the new nightclubs      Nineteen sixty-seven   Bandit men in birdcage heaven   La dolce vita, sixty-nine   All new to people of the Tyne      Who knows who did what?   Somebody made a call   They said, "His hands were in the pot"   That he'd been skimmin' hauls      He picks up the swag   They gaily gave away   Drives his giant jag   Off to his big pay day      Oh, the bandit man   Came north to fill his boots   Came up from Cockney land   E-type jags and flashy suits      An' the bandit man   Came up the great north road   Up to Geordie land   To mine the mother lode      Seams blew up or cracked   Black diamonds came hard won   Generations toiled and hacked   For a pittance and black lung      Crushed by tub or stone   Together and alone   How the young an' old   Paid the price of coal      Eighteen sixty-seven   My angel's gone to Heaven   He'll be happy there   Sunlight and sweet clean air, oh oh      They gather 'round the glass   Tough hewers and cutters   Child trappers and putters   Little foals and half-marrows   Who pushed and pulled the barrows   The hod boys and the Roley way men   5.15 A.M.