day after day fingers to the bone to earn another pound to pay another loan face to the grindstone neck on the line killing himself just to pass time hour after hour watching the clock grafting hard with his head on the block loyal to the end the old school way but it counts for nothing nowadays we ll all look back in the future at where it all went wrong we ll all sit around arguing about people now long gone we ll all have the answers over a pint and opinions to debate but there s not a lot of point in talking about it by then it will be too late they closed down the factory it s cheaper abroad fat cats paid so they couldn t afford to put food on the table of the family man forty years service no pension plan his life s on hold his shattered dreams empty thoughts and what might have beens no money no future no work no hope no chance to think he just couldn t cope we ll all look back in the future at where it all went wrong we ll all sit around arguing about people now long gone we ll all have the answers over a pint and opinions to debate but there s not a lot of point in talking about it by then it will be too late tomorrow will be too late to be waiting at the factory gate said we ll all look back in the future at where it all went wrong we ll all sit around arguing about people now long gone we ll all have the answers over a pint and opinions to debate but there s not a lot of point in talking about it by then it will be too late