Fourteen hours of working shifts
In early morning Mersey mists
Too tired to taste
The cornflakes on your tongue
As morning hits the docks
You dream of all the ships there must have been
A river full of everything that it's not
And if your life's not meant to feel like this
Maybe it's time for someone to resist
The riverbank could tell you tales
Of working lives, ship with sails
Jobs were passed from fathers to their sons
Sometimes it comes down to you
The many to protect the few
Unless you cross the line your jobs are gone
If it takes a thousand days, we'll never stop
Tell it a thousand ways, you'll still be wrong
Not a word in the morning paper
Feels like we've been out for ages
Maybe unions and players won't save us
But there's nothing on earth can break us
The strength to load a thousand ships
But willing hands can turn to fists
On picket lines emotions feelings overflow
A decent job for decent pay
To fight if that's the only way
The union says well tough you're on your own
If it takes a thousand days we'll never stop
Tell it a thousand ways you'll still be wrong
Not a word in the morning papers
Feels like we've been out for ages
The unions and prayers won't save us
There's nothing on earth can break us