The factory gates have been locked up tight The tried their best but they lost their fight The ghost of prosperity has been laid to rest How the hell are we going find a way out of this mess In an old boatyard down by Holes Bay They are doing short time and taking half pay Working tooth and nail to save the day These futile gestures as there aint no way! Suffering, suffering in silence Hard times I thought Id never see Suffering, suffering in silence Affecting friends and family A lonely husband sits in a room full of memories Staring at his worldly possessions A burning anger and pent up frustration Smouldering within his soul Suffering, suffering in silence Hard times I thought Id never see Suffering, suffering in silence Affecting friends and family Suffering, suffering in silence In this land of opportunity Suffering, suffering in silence In this so called land of the free Come the revolution! What revolution? Therell be no revolution! Come the revolution! What revolution? Therell be no revolution! Suffering, suffering in silence Hard times I thought Id never see Suffering, suffering in silence Affecting friends and family Suffering, suffering in silence In this land of opportunity Suffering, suffering in silence In this so called land of the free
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