• The worker girls fiddled away at their fabrics
    none of them knew that the building of bricks
    might be their last sight
    before being engulfed by the night

    from bellow you could hear
    the grow screams of the women so dear
    the sound of bodies falling from the sky
    they never had a chance to say goodbye

    If only those greedy men would see
    they could have protected me
    The girl who worked in the Triangle factory
    this is my sad story