The Truth Famine Lyrics

Song	The Truth Famine
Artist	Skyclad
Album	Prince of the Poverty Line
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	作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier
	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.

	zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier
	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.

	zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier
	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.

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