Deeside Songtext

von Mike Peters

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.