Ghost Town

The chimneys are as black as the future

All the faces grey as stone

Thanks very much Margaret

For the work that you have done

Just pull out your fingers

Clean 'em with a snow

Just like the metal when it melts

At the top there is just scum

Echoes in the street (It's a ghost town)

The building's has lost it's heat (It's a ghost town)

Words that roll of your tongue (It's a ghost town)

The dole has just begun (It's a ghost town)

Pride is of the essence

And when you take it away

There isn't much to live for

With the working day

Those Consett men had their pride

And their jobs of steel

Now they stand in the dole queue

With their hands outstretched

Yes that's the way to kill a town

Yes that's the way to kill a town