作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier
A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town 
A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down 
But what of my daughter - and what of my son 
Just how will they live when the factory's gone? 
Election day promises now null and void 
They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed 
UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down 
The dormant machinery screams - taunting the skies 
Ghosts of the 
Halcyon dream sustaining our lives 
No job for my daughter - no job for my son 
How can I forgive them for what they have done? 
New statesmen composing the lies for tomorrow's front page 
What pays for the blunders they make - it's the working mans wage. 
Election day promises now null and void 
They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed 
UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down 
They've issued us all with free rose tinted glasses 
Job training schemes - leisure management classes 
No news is good when you live on the wrong side of town. 
The nadir of despair we have sunk to is easy to gauge 
Our children grow thinner and ever more bitter with age. 
From Newcastle's shipyards to 
Nottingham's pits 
They strip down our country and sell it in bits 
Election day promises seemingly now null and void 
While microchip minds keep the industry grinding 
We all hunt for jobs that we've no chance of finding 
No change in the everyday lives of the mass unemployed. 
A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town 
A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down 
But what of my daughter - and what of my son 
Just how will they live when the factory's gone? 
Election day promises now null and void 
They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed 
UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down 
They've issued us all with free rose tinted glasses 
Job training schemes - leisure management classes 
No news is good when you live on the wrong side of town.