Up The Junction Paroles

Day's begun and people rush
Off to work by 4.10 bus
Through the factory gates they swarm
Similar clothes by all worn
Overalls like uniforms
See their faces, young and old
Filling every crack and hole
Some are floating in a dream
But all go through the same routine
Drifting in a human stream
Up the junction
Up the junction
Open eyes and open minds
Conditioned to the daily grind
Stop to lock their dreams away
There's nothing new about today
Only what the papers say..
Up the junction
Up the junction
Lots of people down the street meet friends and say, "Hello Up the junction
Up the junction