The road down by the bar, bares the scars of many years.
The stones on which we walk, show the fall of many beers.
Steel rails just rusting, where huge cranes once had their reign.
Now it's single bed apartments, with a style that's all the same.

The dockers have all gone, and city bankers take their place.
Little shops have come and gone, as they can't afford the space.
The poor workers who proudly built great ships for their career,
Displaced by richer folk who buy a yacht they cannot steer.

All the boats here now are play things, the boatyards oversees.
The rusty old machinery now replaced by perfect trees.
Mooring here is beyond the means of any normal living wage.
This growing inequality has become the standard of our age.

Now everything or nothing is the way the world is today.
Some can't afford a decent meal, while others enjoy their play.
Since we claimed our right of ownership to pieces of our land.
There have been masters and slaves, the grafters and the grand.

The road down by the bar, bares the scars of many years.
The stones on which we walk, show the fall of many tears.