Our Forgotten Towns

Remember those parades and the county fair

Wearing Sunday best, so debonair

Now only ghostly spectres brawl

Echo the pavement's hard footfall

Torn by wind through empty roads

On the closed by-pass, abandoned loads

No ferry boat, pub or general store

There's nowhere open here any more.

Our forgotten towns are calling

The death of Albion they're mourning

Cracks show in the market halls

Dying in the shadow of a shopping mall

These are our forgotten towns

Slowly raised now quickly drowned

A legacy of industrial jails

The steelworks rusting and the concrete fails.

Our forgotten towns are calling

The death of Albion they're mourning

Cracks show in the market halls

Dying in the shadow of a shopping mall

One more community implodes

And you're nothing, nobody

Just another barcode