The Circus - Erasure, Flood

Call it new technology

And they use it to burn

And they show no concern

Work for their prosperity

While the big wheels turn

Now it’s too late to learn

Don’t upset the teacher

Though we know he lied to you

Don’t upset the preacher

He’s gonna close his eyes for you

And it’s a shame

That you’re so afraid

Just a worker waiting

In the pouring rain

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

Father worked in industry

Now the work has moved on

And the factory’s gone

See them sell your history

Where once you were strong

And you used to belong

There was once a future

For a working man

There was once a lifetime

For a skillful hand yesterday

And it’s a shame

That you’re so afraid

Just a worker waiting

In the pouring rain

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

There was once a future

For a working man

There was once a lifetime

For a skillful hand yesterday

And it’s a shame

That you’re so afraid

Just a worker waiting

In the pouring rain

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

Putting back the pieces

Of a broken dream

Of a broken, of a broken dream