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He Danced On Our Graves ©

Written during a time of fear and anger of redundancy. Was it him or me who was going to be hurt the most? I had 12 months out of work, he probably went on holiday.

Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England
1991

He danced on our graves, the Devil he did,
When he said, "This work's shutting down."
He danced on our graves, the Devil he did,
"We're moving on out of this town."
Look at him grinning, look at his smile,
Look at his whistle and flute.
He danced on our graves, the Devil he did,
"You lot, you've all got the boot!"



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