Dust

There's dust in every shop in every town in every county we've counted There's space in every bar in every pub in every place that we've been And I see some notice that business is closing on Kirkstall Road The country's complexion is shifting and changing, how no-one knows There's mould in every house in every home that we've been to There's rust on every slide in every park in every place that we've seen And I see some girl with her mind unfurled out on Water Lane While I'm reading the plans of a public-school man who says we're to blame What a shame There's truth in every lie in every line in every speech that is written Maybe there is good in all the bile and the blood that they're spitting But we cannot give time to fight cancer or crime when there's bills to pay It's simple arithmetic, the ins and the outs of it will not change They're shifting account now the money's run out, it's such a shame What a shame