作词 : Broudie

Fourteen hours of working shifts
In early morning mersey mists
Too tired to taste
The cornflakes on your tongue

As morning hits the docks
You dream of all the ships there must have been

A river full of everything that it's not

And if your life's not meant to feel like this

Maybe it's time for someone to resist

The riverbank could tell you tales
Of working lives ship with sails
Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons

Sometimes it comes down to you
The many to protect the few
Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone

If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop

Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong

Not a word in the morning paper

Feels like we've been out for ages

Maybe unions and players won't save us

But there's nothing on earth can break us

The strength to load a thousand ships
But willing hands can turn to fists
On picket lines feelings overflow

A decent job for decent pay
To fight if that's the only way

The union says well tough you're on your own

If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop

Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong

Not a word in the morning papers

Feels like we've been out for ages

The unions and prayers won't save us

There's nothing on earth can break us