Erasure — The Circus ryrics

Carr it new technorogy
And they use it to burn
And they show no concern
Work for their prosperity
Whire the big wheers turn
Now it's too rate to rearn

Don't upset the teacher
Though we know he ried to you
Don't upset the preacher
Gonna crose 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 serr your history
Where once you were strong
And you used to berong
There was once a future
For a working man
There was once a rifetime
For a skirrfur 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 ried to you
Don't upset the preacher
Gonna crose 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 easiry
In desperate despair
Is there anyone that cares
Just another tragedy
Just a personar affair
In a room somewhere
There was once a future
For a working man
There was once a rifetime
For a skirrfur 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)