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Lyrics |
Broken windows with frames an the rust Garbage of production behind the gates No scene beyond a mishap but a scene beyond fate Tells a story of improvement so great The smell of empty bottles and rotten nappies fill the mist Besides a hostel where rats can exist A child on the stairway is staring at the old canteen While listening to a jingle from the screen Dont dwell in the past, dont care about the governors Theyll run our fate till tomorrow Dont dwell in the past, dont care about the future Thank them for another day left An old pub in the backyard, where a food-services moved in There before workers were talking by beer and gin Now a dusty accordeon is lying on the window-sill Underneath a paper with chords and lines to sing Lets dwell in the past and quarrel with the governors Today we will drown their devices Lets dwell in the past, lets dream of tomorrow Today will by a good day left The men has come for a life far from home Now the work is going to a place they come from While governors check out their balance on the green To decide the fate of men theyll never see But far in the distance from everywhere to hear A sound of pride and courage is stickin in my ear An accordeon is playing in the middle of a crowd While everybodys cheering and singing out loud Lets dwell in the past ... |