The wind blows whispers down the street
Having free reign with the town so bleak
Like everything else, it's all gone away
The Town Hall clock gives forth its chime
For no one there to ask the time
Like everything else, they've all gone away
The grocer's shop hangs up its sign
The sign say's closed it's a sign of the times
Like everything else, they've all gone away
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
An eerie wail comes from the pit
The ghosts of the men take the morning shift
Just like clockwork rusting away
Come take a walk upon these hills
And see how monetarism kills
Whole communities, even families
There's nothing left, so they've all gone away
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The wind blows whispers down the street
Having free reign with the town so bleak
Like everything else, it's all gone away
The Town Hall clock gives forth its chime
For no one there to ask the time
Like everything else, they've all gone away
The grocer's shop hangs up its sign
The sign say's closed it's a sign of the times
Like everything else, they've all gone away
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
An eerie wail comes from the pit
The ghosts of the men take the morning shift
Just like clockwork rusting away
Come take a walk upon these hills
And see how monetarism kills
Whole communities, even families
There's nothing left, so they've all gone away
Having free reign with the town so bleak
Like everything else, it's all gone away
The Town Hall clock gives forth its chime
For no one there to ask the time
Like everything else, they've all gone away
The grocer's shop hangs up its sign
The sign say's closed it's a sign of the times
Like everything else, they've all gone away
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
But somewhere the party never ends
And greedy hands rub together again
Shipping out the profits that they've stolen
An eerie wail comes from the pit
The ghosts of the men take the morning shift
Just like clockwork rusting away
Come take a walk upon these hills
And see how monetarism kills
Whole communities, even families
There's nothing left, so they've all gone away
Writer: PAUL JOHN WELLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group