Call it new technology And they use it to burn And they show no concern Work for their prosperity While the big wheels turn Now it's too late to learn
Don't upset the teacher Though we know he lied to you Don't upset the preacher He's gonna close his eyes for you
And it's a shame That you're so afraid Just a worker waiting In the pouring rain Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream
Father worked in industry Now the work has moved on And the factory's gone See them sell your history Where once you were strong And you used to belong
There was once a future For a working man There was once a lifetime For a skillful hand yesterday
And it's a shame That you're so afraid Just a worker waiting In the pouring rain Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream
There was once a future For a working man There was once a lifetime For a skillful hand yesterday
And it's a shame That you're so afraid Just a worker waiting In the pouring rain Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream Putting back the pieces Of a broken dream Of a broken, of a broken dream
