Is this the price we pay for progress?
Taking one step forward for every six we take back
Does your dirty oil-stained money make you happy
Do you just wan't to be remembered?
Book your place in history (you will be)
Reform, reform
Oh you are taking apart what we made
With our hands and our hearts
Our hands and our hearts are not just tools to ply your trade
Theyre ours to live our lives with
and you're taking them away
So feel free to wrap your hands around my neck
I feel free to do the same (feel free, surround your house with gates)
Feel free to do the same
Reform, reform
Oh you are taking apart what we made
With our hands and our hearts
Mr Beeching I put it to you you're driving a stake through the land of our hands and our hearts
further to this there is nothing you can say
Reform Reform you are taking apart what we made with our hands and our hearts