The wind blows whispers down the street Heavy rain with the town so bleak Like everything else it's all gone away The town hall clock is four this chap No one there to pass the time Like everything else it's all gone away The grocer's shop hangs up its sign The sign says close it's a sign of the times Like everything else it's all gone away A song and a party never ends Ingredients rub together again Shipping out the profits that they've stolen A song and a party never ends Ingredients rub together again Shipping out the profits that they've stolen An eerie welcome's from the pit The ghosts of the men take the morning shift Just like clockwork resting away Come take a walk up on these hills And see how monetarism kills All communities, even families There's nothing left so they've all gone away