Stick It - Chris Rea

The steel mill closes down tonight

As the dying embers fade

And all the guys are too tired for tears

Checking their final pay

Those razored sabres of steel they made

They never got to hold

So many sold, millions

Silence in the bar tonight

And some aren’t even here

And red eyes gaze uncertainly

Deep down into their beer

And the Holy Ghost surrounds you with faith

And peace of mind

And love is all around you everywhere

Stick it

Stick it out

We’re sure if you try

You’ll get by

Find a way

Stick it

Stick it out

We’re sure if you try

You’ll get by

Find a way

They tell you it’s all over

They don’t need you anymore

You hear him shout «bring the next one in»

As you’re walking out the door

Decisions for so many dictated by so few

A free man for the first time

What are you gonna do now

Stick it

Stick it out

We’re sure if you try

You’ll get by

Find a way