Lyrics:

The Wind Blows Whispers Down the Street,
Having Free Reign With the Town so Bleak -
Like Everything Else It's - All Gone Away.
The Town Hall Clock Gives Forth Its Chime,
For No-One There to Ask the Time -
Like Everything Else They've - All Gone Away.

The Grocer's Shop Hangs up Its Sign
The Sign Say's Closed It's a Sign of the Times -
Like Everything Else They've - All Gone Away.

But Somewhere the Party Never Ends
And Greedy Hands Rub Together Again -
Shipping out the Profits That They've Stolen

An Eerie Wail Comes From the Pit,
The Ghosts of the Men Take the Morning Shift -
Just Like Clockwork - Rusting Away.

Come Take a Walk Upon These Hills
And See How Monetarism Kills -
Whole Communities -
Even Families -
There's Nothing Left so - They've All Gone Away.