Putting Wings On Aeroplanes — текст песни (Fitzgerald Patrik)

We`re waiting for the strike to end
Counting days
Counting hours
Hoping we don`t lose our jobs
Ready to lift the hammers
Ready to place the bolts -
We`ll go back to work again
Putting wings on aeroplanes
Once I went, for free, to Spain
I was proud to travel, that day
In the plane I`d helped to build
Landing in a foreign field
Something strange,though, had gone on
Our boss went instead to Hong Kong
Booked into the best hotel
A hundred waiters waiting
And we went back to work again
Putting wings on aeroplanes
Then it came, that awful moment
I was sad to travel, that day
In the plane I`d helped to build
Landing in a foreign field
Run, with the others
From the plane
Towards the hills of Southern Spain
The aeroplane was now deployed
To destroy, or be destroyed
I`ll never go back to work again
Putting wings on aeroplanes
I`ll never...
(ad infinitum)