The Ruins of Dreamland

Standing empty, a darkening hole

A monument to a different age

No longer prospering in prosperity

A sacrifice to EasyJet

Laughter’s died and smiles have left

No trace on the North Kent sky

Maritime Mediocrity

A seaside bereft

A town with no more industry

 

Come on, roll up to Dreamland

A ghost in a town of the dead

Come, it’s fun for the family

Dilapidated rides and a sense of dread and…

 

No more industry

There is nothing here to see

We don’t make things anymore

Who gives a shit about the poor?

Yeah it’s Dreamland.

The Ruins of Dreamland.

 

You destroyed their piece of Britain

You took away their living wage

Now you call them all scroungers

Benefit frauds, workshy loungers

They weren’t born with riches

Go to Eaton, hang with barons

All they want is their livelihoods

And you give them nothing, save abuse

 

No more industry

There is nothing here to see

We don’t make things anymore

Who gives a shit about the poor? 

Yeah it’s Dreamland.

The Ruins of Dreamland.