Toolmaker's Blues

Go working in a factory
That’s some kind of life
You can build up a structure
Run some children and a wife
Motor City Blues in the morning
That’s all right for me
Till you hear the rumours
About how it’s going to be
We’re all at sea
Floating on a ship of fools
How can you be a toolmaker
When nobody’s buying tools?

They closed down the factory
Put us all out of a job
No problem for the people
Who chose to kill us off
Motor City Blues in the evening
What am I gonna do?
With all those skills that
Nobody wants to use
Because one man’s pile of garbage
Is another man’s trove of jewels
How can you be a toolmaker
When nobody’s buying tools?

When I had a bit of money
I bought a cabin in the hills
Now I’ve moved the family up here
Cos I can’t pay the bills
Motor City Blues comes to haunt me
As we sit here marking time
Cos you can’t rebuild that structure
When you haven’t got a dime
It’s all a deadly game
Somehow I broke the rules
How can you be a toolmaker
When nobody’s buying tools?

We’re all at sea
Floating on a ship of fools
How can you be a toolmaker
When nobody’s buying tools?