This managed decline won't be televised Our days are numbered on the picket line We're destitute and we're demoralised Our suffering disguised as pride If you won't give it, then, we'll fucking take it Was told from early that we'll never make it That this is all you'll ever be You'll live and die on the banks of the Mersey
Our suffеring sold as pride The memoriеs plague your mind The river is dragged and dried Only the dirt is real Ghosts of the docks and the factories Are spectres of somebody's history The river runs everything out to sea But we're still here
From Canning Town to Birkenhead The working class is as good as dead If you won't give it, then, we'll fucking take it Was told from early that we'll never make it
Our suffering sold as pride The memories plague your mind The river is dragged and dried Only the dirt is real Ghosts of the docks and the factories Are spectres of somebody's history The river runs everything out to sea But we're still here
But we're still here But we're still here Yeah, we're still here
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Our suffering sold as pride The memories plague your mind The river is dragged and dried Only the dirt is real Ghosts of the docks and the factories Are spectres of somebody's history The river runs everything out to sea But we're still here
But we're still here But we're still here We're still here We're still here
~~~♫♫♫~~~Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
