The Old Breed - Burning Bridges

Got our boots laced up and here we go
We are back out on these streets again
Another night and another day
That's a story that'll never end
Times they are a changing
For the future we look to the past
Never going to kill us never going to break us
We are the working class

We're burning bridges we've never crossed before
We're putting locks on every unopened door
We're marching on with no concept of what's in store
The days are getting darker now we've only got each other

We used to sit and we used to talk
Solidarity and unity
I don't believe you believed those words
But they were more than just words to me
More than just music more than just a scene
This is our way of life
So grab a pint and raise a toast
We made it to the weekend tonight

So here we are still standing still swinging
Bringing the sounds of the street
Battle tested and battle scarred
Just like these boots on our feet
Blue collar life is the life we choose
It's full of pride and loyalty
You can try to take our everything
But you'll never take our dignity

Written by:
Samuel Potts

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