From the recording The Knife
In this town where I was born,
There lived a boy his future’s torn,
Do you want me, Do you want me,
Do you want me, What do you want me to be?
His Father stood on hallowed ground,
He raised him up then beat him down.
His youthful dreams evaporate,
Chained to a system with no escape.
The factory gates have long since closed,
The sound of engines now are ghosts.
Well tonight he hangs his head,
Not knowing what that he had said.
His children laughed, his wife she cried,
A hammer blow, his Father died.