Dion Walker, Goldthorpe Queen

Headsets on, Goldthorpe. Wait, has anyone seen Dion?

Down in Goldthorpe chill, where the breath turns into mist. There's a legend

of a picker with a Mandela on her wrist. She rocks the yellow stripes

and the white cons on the floor. A selector by the badge

but she's destined for much more. She puts the headset on, hears the scanner

go beep. But she's dreaming of the day she can catch up on her

sleep. Oh, Dion Walker, yeah, she's fast on

the track. She clocks in for a week then she fades to the back.