red letter day for our nowhere industrial town
 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 [bad word] 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.
 
red letter day for our nowhere industrial town
 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.