Same Old Story

One day when I was fifteen years

The autumn thirty three

My dad came home and he said

"Who will now pay?

For mom, you and me"

He'd been fired from his work that day

Him and many more

Now recession was here

Times of anger and fear

He never got to work anymore

Mom and dad were fighting a lot

And dad he drank to forget

When he moved out

He hugged me tight

He was crying with regret

Same old story, like yesterday

They live while all the others have to pay

They take it all from us

We're just numbers in their heads

The more they abuse us

The more we're seeing red

Way back in the golden years

When things were said and done

In the industry at the

Factory, there was work for everyone

We were two hundred workers

We did our best

Working in gases and dust

Though inside we knew for the privileged few, They faced us with disgust

All across our wealthy land

It came from the worker's hand

I did better for sure

But I Can't ignore that

The price I payed was grand

Same old story, like yesterday

They live while all the others have to pay

They take it all from us

We're just numbers in their heads

The more they abuse us

The more we're seeing red

Same old story, no good news at all

They win and we lose as we fall

The people must unite to

Rewrite our history

To put an end to their slavery

In welfare or depression

We're always the ones letdown

They keep saying one thing

What the future will bring

But we know that day won't come

Now listen to these words I say

Stand up,  raise your fist

Our banner red shows the way ahead

It's our duty to resist

Even though I'm old and grey

I never will adjust

May the struggle live

There is more to give

Cause the future belongs to us