All Gone Away

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