They never see the daylight   For as the whip cracks at dawn   The slaves scurry to its lashes   Oh so proud to be forlorn      No devils in this underworld   The monsters here are all too real   And slowly the machine churns on   With minions down at heel      The wraiths emerge in darkness   To half escape their treadmill tomb   And wretched they tramp homeward   In the gathering gloom      No devils in this underworld   The monsters here are all too real   And slowly the machine churns on   With minions down at heel      Exhausted by their hard labour   Up the stairs and in to bed   They freeze in night's cold embrace   Until each day they wake-up dead      No devils in this underworld   The monsters here are all too real   Satanic verses miss the point   Satanic mills breathe the chill we feel