Dire Straits Industrial Disease Lyrics

Love Over Gold Track Listing
12" Vinyl 1
  • 1 Telegraph Road
  • 2 Private Investigations
  • 3 Industrial Disease
  • 4 Love Over Gold
  • 5 It Never Rains
  • Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control
    Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
    There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
    Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
    There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell
    There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel
    Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
    'goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?

    The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
    They're refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most
    The watchdog's got rabies the foreman's got fleas
    And everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease
    There's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
    Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
    Some blame the management some the employees
    And everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease

    The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
    Innocence is injured experience just talks
    Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
    That these are 'classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze'
    On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
    Philosophy is useless theology is worse
    History boils over there's an economics freeze

    Sociologists invent words that mean 'Industrial Disease'
    Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
    You've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer
    I don't know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees
    But worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease'

    He wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed
    But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
    Come back and see me later - next patient please
    Send in another victim of Industrial Disease'
    I go down to Speaker's Corner I'm thunderstruck
    They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
    Two men say they're Jesus one of them must be wrong
    There's a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
    'they want to have a war to keep us on our knees

    They want to have a war to keep their factories
    They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese
    They want to have a war to stop Industrial Disease
    They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
    They want to sap your energy incarcerate your mind
    They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three

    Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease'
    Meanwhile the first Jesus says 'I'd cure it soon
    Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons'
    The other one's on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
    How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease

    Written by: Mark Knopfler
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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