Another Quiet Night In England

Just another quite night in England

And far away the dogs are barking

Just another quite night in England

Decent folk are all in their beds

And he is sleeping like the dead

And another quiet night goes by

His father used to own the factory

But his son cashed in and he sold the site

And a town fell silent overnight

Where is the pit and the mill

Where is the skill and the sweat from their hands?

Gone with the smoke and the heat

The noise and the beat of the heart of the land

And money moves without a whisper

Money has no home or nation

It has no friends and it won't stay long

Another quiet night and the dogs are barking

You wake to the smell of burning tyres

Sirens wail and the street's on fire

And another headline hits the presses

The truth runs in, the news creeps out

People stare if you scream and shout

And another quiet night goes by.