Put their slogans on the factory wall
The lights go down, darkness falls
We appear from a world of cold and steel
Discarded by the industrial wheel
But down the dockland late at night
The fires of London burn so bright
No one cares, or sheds a tear
For those who live through their nights of fear
They push us away, they close the door
In the part of the city that no-one saw
And so we move like ghosts through a timeless zone
Through the midst of the river we call our home
But down the dockland late at night
The fires of London burn so bright
No one cares, or sheds a tear
For those who live through their nights of fear
We appear from a world of cold and steel
Discarded by the industrial wheel
And no one cares, or sheds a tear
For those who live through their nights of fear
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