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 thats 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