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This managed decline won't be televised, our days are numbered on the picket line We're destitute and we're demoralised, our suffering disguised as pride If you won't give it, then we'll fucking take it, was told from early that we'll never make it That this is all you'll ever be, you'll live and die on the banks of the Mersey Our suffеring sold as pride The memoriеs plague your mind The river is dragged and dried Only the dirt is real Ghosts of the docks and the factories Are spectres of somebody's history The river runs everything out to sea But we're still here From Canning Town to Birkenhead, the working class is as good as dead If you won't give it, then we'll fucking take it Was told from early that we'll never make it Our suffering sold as pride The memories plague your mind The river is dragged and dried Only the dirt is real Ghosts of the docks and the factories Are spectres of somebody's history The river runs everything out to sea But we're still here But we're still here But we're still here Yeah, we're still here Our suffering sold as pride The memories plague your mind The river is dragged and dried Only the dirt is real Ghosts of the docks and the factories Are spectres of somebody's history The river runs everything out to sea But we're still here But we're still here But we're still here We're still here We're still here