Just another quite night in England And far away the dogs are barking Just another quite night in England Decent folk are all in their beds And he is sleeping like the dead And another quiet night goes by His father used to own the factory But his son cashed in and he sold the site And a town fell silent overnight Where is the pit and the mill Where is the skill and the sweat from their hands? Gone with the smoke and the heat The noise and the beat of the heart of the land And money moves without a whisper Money has no home or nation It has no friends and it won't stay long Another quiet night and the dogs are barking You wake to the smell of burning tyres Sirens wail and the street's on fire And another headline hits the presses The truth runs in, the news creeps out People stare if you scream and shout And another quiet night goes by.