Deeside

The Ciron gates clang in a steel mill town A Fman breaks down to that Cunemployment Gsound He Ctakes a last walk down that old coast road In the Fdying death throes of Call that he Gknows The Amsight of those men walking Cthrough the gates Was like a Flame pit pony at the Cend of its Gdays fire, fire, fire__C__F__C__G In a Cdeeside town eight thousand went down In A FFebruary day in the Cdriving Grain No Cwinners just losers and cuts and bruises As the Fpicket lines fell, the Cindustry Gdied Theres Amstill one question after Call this time Is a Fworking man born to Clive and then Gdie? Fire fire fire. To Cbuild the Gships to Fset the Csails To Gcross the sea of Amfools To be Cdealt the Gcards To Fplay our Chand To Gwin or else to Amlose In this Gcruel world that Fkicks a man when hes Gdown down to the ground__C__F__C__G And Clady luck smiles on the few in this world And I Fhope and I pray that she Csmiles on Gyou I Caint gonna preach, no I aint gonna teach I m Fjust gonna sing about the Cthings that I Gneed A Amlittle bit of love, a Clittle bit of hope A Flittle bit of strength, some Cfuel for the Gfire