ANOTHER QUIET NIGHT IN ENGLAND

just another quiet night in England 
and far away the dogs are barking
just another quiet night in England 
decent folk are all in their beds 
and he is sleeping like the dead
and another quiet night goes by 

his father used to own the factory 
but the son cashed in and he sold the site 
and a town fell silent overnight 

where is the pit and the mill 
where is the skill and the strength of their hands? 
gone with the smoke and the heat 
the noise of the beat of the heart of the land 

and money moves without a whisper 
money has no home or nation 
it has no friends and it won't stay long 

another night and the dogs are barking 
you wake to the smell of burning tyres 
sirens wail and the street's on fire 
and another headline hits the presses 
the truth runs in, the news creeps out 
people stare if you scream and shout
and another quiet night goes by