Dig New Ground
It was crisis day in parliament, the house was hushed and still
A member rose with a question, are we doomed to go downhill
So confident of an upturn, a speaker gave a cry
If workers' pay is held at bay, we'll all be home and dry
More than money, it can wear you down
More than money, it can dig new ground
It's true all cried then workers, let's end this wicked strike
We don't want a rise in wages, they can stick it where they like
Thank god all sighed the bosses, there's faith on the factory floor
And now we've got this extra lot, we'll give it to the poor
More than money, it can wear you down
More than money, it can dig new ground
They filled their pockets with money, ran with eager feet
Pressing their surplus profits, to the people on the street
They moved among the dole queues, boarded every bus
With streaming eyes and heartfelt cries, you'll need it more than us
More than money, it can wear you down
More than money, it can dig new ground
Soon all the people prospered, the devil became a saint
Now the sober unions had exercised restraint
The cities filled with singing, the sound of laughter spread
As hand took hand in golden lands and pigs flew overhead
More than money, it can wear you down
More than money, it can dig new ground