Day after day fingers to the bone
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To earn another pound, to pay another loan
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Face to the grindstone, neck on the line
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Killing himself, just to pass time
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Hour after hour, watching the clock
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Grafting hard with his head on the block
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Loyal to the end, the old school way
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But it counts for nothing nowadays
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We'll all look back in the future
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At where it all went wrong
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We'll all sit around arguing
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About people now long gone
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We'll all have the answers over a pint
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And opinions to debate
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But there's not a lot of point in talking about it
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By then it will be too late
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They closed down the factory it's cheaper abroad
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Fat cats paid so they couldn't afford
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To put food on the table of the family man
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Forty years service, no pension plan
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His life's on hold, his shattered dreams
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Empty thoughts and what might have beens
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No money, no future, no work, no hope
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No chance to think, he just couldn't cope
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We'll all look back in the future
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At where it all went wrong
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We'll all sit around arguing
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About people now long gone
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We'll all have the answers over a pint
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And opinions to debate
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But there's not a lot of point in talking about it
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By then it will be too late
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Tomorrow will be too late [x4]
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To be waiting at the factory gate
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Said we'll all look back in the future
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At where it all went wrong
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We'll all sit around arguing
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About people now long gone
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We'll all have the answers over a pint
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And opinions to debate
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But there's not a lot of point in talking about it
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By then it will be too late
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Too Late
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Cock Sparrer |