The Wind Blows Whispers Down The Street,
Having Free Reign With The Town So Bleak -
Like Everything Else It's - All Gone Away.
The Town Hall Clock Gives Forth Its Chime,
For No-one There To Ask The Time -
Like Everything Else They've - All Gone Away.

The Grocer's Shop Hangs Up Its Sign
The Sign Say's Closed It's A Sign Of The Times -
Like Everything Else They've - All Gone Away.

But Somewhere The Party Never Ends
And Greedy Hands Rub Together Again -
Shipping Out The Profits That They've Stolen

An Eerie Wail Comes From The Pit,
The Ghosts Of The Men Take The Morning Shift -
Just Like Clockwork - Rusting Away.

Come Take A Walk Upon These Hills
And See How Monetarism Kills -
Whole Communities -
Even Families -
There's Nothing Left So - They've All Gone Away.