Credit Crunch

Big boys in white suits shook the dust out from their soles,
put their boots back on the rack
While the maids of empire worked their fingers to the bone,
so now there’s nothing left

Just a job down China for you

Those lithograph ladies laughed as they smoked themselves to death,
slipping slowly away.
And splendid men broke rocks underground,
never feeling light of day.

Now there’s a job down China for you.

I hope it’s what you want to do. So you’re not leaving?
Why the hell; go to hell.
There must be something ‘round here still.
You’re going to stay, just the same, all the same.
Someone ought to pay those bills.

Now the man in the town hall paints another coat of gloss
to cover up the cracks.
While telephone strangers ring the numbers they’ve been told.
If you’re not there they’ll call back.

And there’s a job down China for you.

I hope it’s what you want to do.
A job down China for me and you.
Maybe it will see us through.