Deeside Songtext

The iron gates clang in a steel mill town A man breaks down to that unemployment sound He takes a last walk down that old coast road In the dying death throes of all that he knows The sight of those men walking through the gates Is like a lame pit pony at the end of its days In a Deeside town eight thousand went down On a February day in the driving rain No winners just losers and cuts and bruises As the picket lines fell, the industry died Oh there's still one question after all this time Is a working man bom to live and then die? To build the ships to set the sails To cross the sea of fools To be dealt the cards To play our hand To win or else to lose In this cruel world that kicks a man when he's down Down to the ground In a Deeside town And Lady Luck smiles on the few in this world And I hope and I pray she smiles on you No I ain't gonna preach, I ain't gonna teach I 'm just gonna sing about the things that I need I need a little bit of love, a little bit of hope A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire To build the ships to set the sails To cross the sea of fools To be dealt the cards To play our hand To win or else to lose In this cruel world that kicks a man when he's down. And all around the world the lights are going down.