The factory gates have been locked up tight
The tried their best but they lost their fight
The ghost of prosperity has been laid to rest
How the hell are we going find a way out of this mess

In an old boatyard down by Holes Bay
They are doing short time and taking half pay
Working tooth and nail to save the day
These futile gestures as there ain't no way!

Suffering, suffering in silence
Hard times I thought I'd never see
Suffering, suffering in silence
Affecting friends and family

A lonely husband sits in a room full of memories
Staring at his worldly possessions
A burning anger and pent up frustration
Smouldering within his soul

Suffering, suffering in silence
Hard times I thought I'd never see
Suffering, suffering in silence
Affecting friends and family
Suffering, suffering in silence
In this land of opportunity
Suffering, suffering in silence
In this so called land of the free

Come the revolution
What revolution?
There'll be no revolution
Come the revolution
What revolution?
There'll be no revolution

Suffering, suffering in silence
Hard times I thought I'd never see
Suffering, suffering in silence
Affecting friends and family
Suffering, suffering in silence
In this land of opportunity
Suffering, suffering in silence
In this so called land of the free