We were weavers highly skilled
Till things were mechanised
Craft and artisanship killed
A threat to all our lives

Machines meant the workforce shrunk
You think you’d see us settle
When bosses said ‘Let's junk each punk
And replace you with heavy metal'

Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites
The working man was sacrificed
Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites
Turned us in to anarchists

Industrial revolution
Our old life overthrown
So we came up with a solution
A revolution of our own

Met in the hills and planned to smash
Their weaving machines of gloom
Hear that sweet music as we bash
A wop bam a loom ahh A wop bam boom

Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites
Industrial weaving, it’s a stitch up
Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites
Break the device and smash my switch up
We named our movement after Ned Ludd
A folk hero who myth proclaimed
Once reacted in a fit of rage
By smashing up some knitting frames
So we formed the new luddite army
Started to riot
It all went barmy

Laws were passed to shake our wills
Sent soldiers armed with guns
And though we tried to break things still
We fought the law but the law won

Trial and punishments were seen
It’s clear we lost the fight
But thanks to us rage against the machine
Now carries the name Luddite

Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites
This band struggle carries on
Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddite, Luddites
Won't rest till machines are all gone!