The wind blows the ash to the furnaceThe steel men are sitting at homeAnd the video gameCan't replace the flameThat once burned all day on the coal
The wind blows along in the gutterIn a rush to get out of the townWhere the row of shops is sold up in lotsDevelopers bought the whole townAnd in the place is a pile of bricksWhere children play with sticks and stonesWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they done
The sunshine is bright on the ranadaWhere I once saw the film ??if??Now they all stand in lineFor it's bingo tonightNo more films with Malcom Bo??d???
The cranes on the dock are redundantStanding so tall in the skyShuffling trolleys and docksIn around in the mudThe dockman has a tear is his eyeAnd in his hand is a pint of beerNo more dock sheds are here to runWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they done
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