Tales Of The Riverbank

"Fourteen hours of working shifts In early morning Mersey mists Too tired to taste the cornflakes on your tongue As morning hits the docks You dream of all the ships there must have been I river full of everything that it's not And if your life's not meant to feel like this Maybe it's time for someone to resist The riverbank could tell you tales Of working lives, ship with sails Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons Sometimes it comes down to you The many to protect the few Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop Tel it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong Not a word in the morning paper Feels like we've been out for ages Maybe unions and players won't save us But there's nothing on earth can break us The strength to load a thousand ships But willing hands can turn to fists On picket lines emotions feelings overflow A decent job for decent pay To fight if that's the only way The union says well tough your on your own If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong Not a word in the morning papers Feels like we've been out for ages The unions and prayers won't save us There's nothing on earth can break us "