Empire Days

Living the dreams of one hundred thousand
Seeing that life's not just pieces of paper
I was sitting in a carriage with some tight lipped Englishman
Saying how good life must have been before the unions
You could get your own way
And there were profits to be made
Dreaming of Empire Days

And the man on the telly's telling me everything's fine
And how we're all so much better off than before
They're still telling you to smile
While they sit and count the numbers
Dreaming of empire days

Living the dreams of one hundred thousand
Seeing that life's not just pieces of paper