City morning, grey and cold
Factories rotting, grey and old
A nation built,
A nation wrecked
A generation derelict and
Recession they will say
Hey, that's reality
It's the same old story,
The price you pay
For your former glory
Nothing more to say
The world won't change its ways
No return to poverty
No return to the misery
No return to the days of the thirties
No return to the queue for bread and
Recession they will say
Hey, that's reality
It's the same old story,
The price you pay
For your former glory
Nothing more to say
The world won't go away
When the glitter doesn't dazzle you
When the laughter ain't so loud
There's a man who starts to shiver
He just can't seem to face the crowd
When the pin-up's lost its flavour
When the stories all fall flat
There's a change in his behaviour
Uncle Rupert doffs his hat
When the cliches don't confuse you
He starts to wonder where you're at
Down on his knees to rouse the rabble
Does he think we're gonna fall for that?
Does he think we're gonna fall for that?
Does he think we're gonna fall for that?
Does he think we're gonna fall for that?