All Gone Away

The wind blows whispers down the street,
Having free reign with the town so bleak –
Like everything else it’s – all gone away.
The town hall clock gives forth it’s chime,
For no-one there to ask the time –
Like everything else they’ve – all gone away.

The grocer’s shop hangs up it’s sign
The sign say’s closed it’s a sign of the times –
Like everything else they’ve – all gone away.

But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again –
Shipping out the profits that they’ve stolen

An eerie wail comes from the pit,
The ghosts of the men take the morning shift –
Just like clockwork – rusting away.

Come take a walk upon these hills
And see how monetarism kills –
Whole communities –
Even families –
There’s nothing left so – they’ve all gone away.