Use to make cars in this town,

Factory noise and the wheels go round,

And use to make cars, used to make cars in this town.

 

Men in the shifts going round,

24 hours the cars go round,

and use to make cars, used to make cars in this town.

 

Now all you’ve got is the aeroplane sound,

And a carnival, that don’t come to town,

And an industry that been stripped to the ground,

But we used to make cars and fly then to Mars

and you used to make cars and you used to make cars…in this town.

 

Fat cats across the water,

Looked for a town that they could slaughter,

and use to make cars, used to make cars in this town.

 

 

Sit in their ivory towers,

Pinned stripped suits with their life and death powers

and use to make cars, used to make cars in this town.

 

Now all you’ve got is the aeroplane sound,

And a carnival, that don’t come to town,

And an industry that been stripped to the ground,

But we used to make cars and fly then to Mars

and you used to make cars and you used to make cars…in this town.

 

 

Wonder if their sleeping now,

After ripping the heart out of this old town,

and use to make cars, used to make cars in this town.