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This managed decline won't be televised, our days are numbered on the picket line
 We're destitute and we're demoralised, our suffering disguised as pride
 If you won't give it, then we'll fucking take it, was told from early that we'll never make it
 That this is all you'll ever be, you'll live and die on the banks of the Mersey
 Our suffеring sold as pride
 The memoriеs plague your mind
 The river is dragged and dried
 Only the dirt is real
 Ghosts of the docks and the factories
 Are spectres of somebody's history
 The river runs everything out to sea
 But we're still here
 From Canning Town to Birkenhead, the working class is as good as dead
 If you won't give it, then we'll fucking take it
 Was told from early that we'll never make it
 Our suffering sold as pride
 The memories plague your mind
 The river is dragged and dried
 Only the dirt is real
 Ghosts of the docks and the factories
 Are spectres of somebody's history
 The river runs everything out to sea
 But we're still here
 But we're still here
 But we're still here
 Yeah, we're still here
 Our suffering sold as pride
 The memories plague your mind
 The river is dragged and dried
 Only the dirt is real
 Ghosts of the docks and the factories
 Are spectres of somebody's history
 The river runs everything out to sea
 But we're still here
 But we're still here
 But we're still here
 We're still here
 We're still here