all gone away

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.