A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town
A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down
But what of my
daughter - and what of my son
Just how will they live when the factory's gone?
Election day promises now null and
void
They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed
UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down
The dormant machinery
screams - taunting the skies
Ghosts of the Halcyon dream sustaining our lives
No job for my daughter - no job for my son
How can
I forgive them for what they have done?
New statesmen composing the lies for tomorrow's front page
What pays for the blunders
they make - it's the working mans wage.
Election day promises now null and void
They'll never rest 'til we're all
unemployed
UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down
They've issued us all with free rose tinted glasses
Job training
schemes - leisure management classes
No news is good when you live on the wrong side of town.
The nadir of despair we have sunk
to is easy to gauge
Our children grow thinner and ever more bitter with age.
From Newcastle's shipyards to Nottingham's pits
They
strip down our country and sell it in bits
Election day promises seemingly now null and void
While microchip minds keep the industry
grinding
We all hunt for jobs that we've no chance of finding
No change in the everyday lives of the mass unemployed.
A red
letter day for our nowhere industrial town
A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down
But what of my daughter - and what
of my son
Just how will they live when the factory's gone?
Election day promises now null and void
They'll never rest 'til
we're all unemployed
UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down
They've issued us all with free rose tinted glasses
Job
training schemes - leisure management classes
No news is good when you live on the wrong side of town.