"The Circus" by Erasure

Call it new technology
And they use it to burn
And they show
no concern
Work for their prosperity
While the big wheels
turn
Now it's too late to learn

Don't upset the
teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the
preacher
Gonna close his eyes for you
And it's a shame
That
you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the pouring
rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Putting back
the pieces
Of a broken dream

Father worked in industry
Now
the work has moved on
And the factories gone
See them sell
your history
Where once you were strong
And you used to
belong
There was once a future
For a working man
There was
once a lifetime
For a skillful hand
Yesterday

And it's a
shame
That you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the
pouring rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken
dream
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream

Don't upset
the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the
preacher
Gonna close his eyes for you

And it's a shame
That
you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the pouring
rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Putting back
the pieces
Of a broken dream

Tempers fray so easily
In
desperate despair
Is there anyone that cares
Just another
tragedy
Just a personal affair
In a room somewhere
There was
once a future
For a working man
There was once a
lifetime
For a skillful hand
Yesterday

And it's a
shame
That you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the
pouring rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken
dream
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream (Broken
dream)
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
(Of a
broken)
(Of a broken dream)
(Putting back the pieces of a
broken dream)