A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town   A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down   But what of my daughter - and what of my son   Just how will they live when the factory's gone?      Election day promises now null and void   They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed   UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down   The dormant machinery screams - taunting the skies   Ghosts of the Halcyon dream sustaining our lives   No job for my daughter - no job for my son   How can I forgive them for what they have done?      New statesmen composing the lies for tomorrow's front page   What pays for the blunders they make - it's the working mans wage.      Election day promises now null and void   They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed   UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down   They've issued us all with free rose tinted glasses   Job training schemes - leisure management classes   No news is good when you live on the wrong side of town.      The nadir of despair we have sunk to is easy to gauge   Our children grow thinner and ever more bitter with age.   From Newcastle's shipyards to Nottingham's pits   They strip down our country and sell it in bits   Election day promises seemingly now null and void   While microchip minds keep the industry grinding   We all hunt for jobs that we've no chance of finding   No change in the everyday lives of the mass unemployed.      A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town   A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down   But what of my daughter - and what of my son   Just how will they live when the factory's gone?      Election day promises now null and void   They'll never rest 'til we're all unemployed   UB40's a book that you'll find very hard to put down   They've issued us all with free rose tinted glasses   Job training schemes - leisure management classes   No news is good when you live on the wrong side of town.