Recession

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?