
Date of issue: 03.11.1985
Song language: English
North and South |
And so we say |
We ain’t got life |
Don’t want a cardboard cut-out |
Don’t want a plastic knife |
Now I know, time can march |
With it’s chargin' feet |
Now I know, words are only cheap |
It’s gonna be a burn out |
All around this town |
The South is up |
But the North is down |
There’s gonna be a killin' |
Of a woman and a man |
Trying to feed that child |
Without a coin in their hand |
And so we say |
Have you no use |
For eight million hands |
And the power of youth |
Now I know, time can march |
With it’s chargin' feet |
Now I know, words are only cheap |
It’s gonna be a burn out |
All around this town |
The South is up |
But the North is down |
There’s gonna be a killin' |
Of a woman and a man |
Trying to feed that child |
Without a coin in their hand |
It’s gonna be a burn out! |
And so we say |
We ain’t diggin' no graves |
We’re diggin' a foundation |
For a future to be made |
Now I know, time can march |
With it’s chargin' feet |
Now I know, words are only cheap |
It’s gonna be a burn out |
All around this town |
The South is up |
But the North is down |
There’s gonna be a killin' |
Of a woman and a man |
Trying to feed that child |
Without a coin in their hand |
It’s gonna be a burn out! |