Just another quiet night in England   And far away the dogs are barking   Just another quiet 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 the 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 strength of their hands?   Gone with the smoke and the heat   The noise of the beat of the heart of the land      And money moves without a whisper   Money has no home or nation   It has not friends and it won't stay long      Another 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