The wind cuts up these streets
It slices through my clothes
I walk with heavy feet, the power station glows
I read the auction signs –
neighbours we’ve come to know
They sell up for a song, I wonder where they go
This old town is slowin down again
This old town is slowin down again
The Chinese take-away, is empty every night
The family sit and wait beneath their lantern light
The butcher’s window glares, the meat bleeds on its trays
The latest owner smiles and asks about my day
This old town is slowin down again
The boom goes bust we’re all surprised again
The rich folks say the poor must pay again
This old town is slowing down again
The TAB is full – money changes hands
The blokes stand round and bullshit ’bout their latest plans
The Junction Hotel sweats, the lads enjoy their beers
The jokes sound more like threats the laughter more like fear
This old town is slowin down (to close)
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