Kept on walking straight ahead
There was no-one round they'd gone to bed
They were not sleeping
They worried 'bout the things
They could not change
The Governments just would not help
Just told us tighten up your belt
Another notch or two
But we know that we'll get through
ooooh la la la la
ooooh la la la la
My shoes were worn
And full of holes
I could touch the pavement through the soles
One good shirt and one good vest
Now no-one had a Sunday best
Churches empty no-one prayed
Everyone just seemed afraid
They'd meet God soon enough
They've got things oh so rough
Ooooh la la la la
Ooooh la la la la
Looted shops and broken glass
The lifestyle of the working class
But no-one worked there were no jobs
And factories had turned to rust
And rival gangs patrolled the streets
Would kill each other when they meet
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Food was rationed just enough
And any dreams had turned to dust
But lords and ladies dined so well
They had no idea of this hell
I kept on walking straight ahead
There was no-one around they'd gone to bed
But they were not sleeping
They worried 'bout the things
They could not change
Ooooh la la la la
Ooooh la la la la
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