All Gone Away

(albüm: Our Favourite Shop - 1985)

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.