Letra de The Truth Famine - Skyclad
Letra de canci�n de The Truth Famine de Skyclad lyrics
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
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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?
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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-truth-famine-skyclad.php
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?
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
