Day after day fingers to the bone To earn another pound, to pay another loan Face to the grindstone, neck on the line Killing himself, just to pass time Hour after hour, watching the clock Grafting hard with his head on the block Loyal to the end, the old school way But it counts for nothing nowadays We'll all look back in the future At where it all went wrong We'll all sit around arguing About people now long gone We'll all have the answers over a pint And opinions to debate But there's not a lot of point in talking about it By then it will be too late They closed down the factory it's cheaper abroad Fat cats paid so they couldn't afford To put food on the table of the family man Forty years service, no pension plan His life's on hold, his shattered dreams Empty thoughts and what might have beens No money, no future, no work, no hope No chance to think, he just couldn't cope We'll all look back in the future At where it all went wrong We'll all sit around arguing About people now long gone We'll all have the answers over a pint And opinions to debate But there's not a lot of point in talking about it By then it will be too late Tomorrow will be too late [x4] To be waiting at the factory gate Said we'll all look back in the future At where it all went wrong We'll all sit around arguing About people now long gone We'll all have the answers over a pint And opinions to debate But there's not a lot of point in talking about it By then it will be too late
Day after day fingers to the bone To earn another pound, to pay another loan Face to the grindstone, neck on the line Killing himself, just to pass time Hour after hour, watching the clock Grafting hard with his head on the block Loyal to the end, the old school way But it counts for nothing nowadays We'll all look back in the future At where it all went wrong We'll all sit around arguing About people now long gone We'll all have the answers over a pint And opinions to debate But there's not a lot of point in talking about it By then it will be too late They closed down the factory it's cheaper abroad Fat cats paid so they couldn't afford To put food on the table of the family man Forty years service, no pension plan His life's on hold, his shattered dreams Empty thoughts and what might have beens No money, no future, no work, no hope No chance to think, he just couldn't cope We'll all look back in the future At where it all went wrong We'll all sit around arguing About people now long gone We'll all have the answers over a pint And opinions to debate But there's not a lot of point in talking about it By then it will be too late Tomorrow will be too late [x4] To be waiting at the factory gate Said we'll all look back in the future At where it all went wrong We'll all sit around arguing About people now long gone We'll all have the answers over a pint And opinions to debate But there's not a lot of point in talking about it By then it will be too late
