The Beeching Report Songtext / Lyric

Is this the price we pay for progress?

Taking one step forwards for every six we take back

Does your dirty oil-stained money make you happy

Do you just want to be remembered?

Book your place in history, you will be



Reform, reform

Oh, you are taking apart

What we made

With our hands and our hearts



Our hands and our hearts

Are not just tools to ply your trade

They're ours to live our lives

And you're taking them away



So feel free to wrap your hands around my neck

I feel free to do the same

Feel free, surround your hands around our necks

Feel free to do the same






Reform, reform

Oh, you are taking apart

What we made

With our hands and our hearts



Mr. Beeching, I put it to you

(Reform, reform)

You're driving a stake straight through

(Oh, you are taking apart)



The heart

(What we made)

Of this green and pleasant land

(With our hands and our hearts)



Further to this

(Reform, reform)

There's nothing you would rather [Incomprehensible]

(Oh, you are taking apart)



Runs around that stake into

(What we made)

A chance

(With our hands and our hearts)



Reform, reform

Oh, you are taking apart

What we made

With our hands and our hearts