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This managed decline

Won't be televised

Our days are all numbered on the picket line

We're destitute and we're demoralised

Our suffering disguised as pride

If you won't give it then we'll fucking take it

Was told from early that we'll never make it

That this is all you'll ever be

You'll live and die on the banks of the Mersey

Our suffering sold as pride

The memories plague your mind

The river is dragged and dried

Only the dirt is real

Ghosts of the docks and the factories

Are spectres of somebody's history

The river runs everything out to sea

But we're still here

From Canning Town to Birkenhead

The working class is as good as dead

If you won't give it then we'll fucking take it

Was told from early that we'll never make it

Our suffering sold as pride

The memories plague your mind

The river is dragged and dried

Only the dirt is real

Ghosts of the docks and the factories

Are spectres of somebody's history

The river runs everything out to sea

But we're still here

But we're still here

But we're still here

Yeah, we're still here

Our suffering sold as pride

The memories plague your mind

The river is dragged and dried

Only the dirt is real

Ghosts of the docks and the factories

Are spectres of somebody's history

The river runs everything out to sea

But we're still here

But we're still here

But we're still here

We're still here

We're still here