Hold your head up high,
Hold your head up high,
(Dsus4 D)
And don't be afraid of the guards,
At the end of the site
Is a big red crane,
On which you can climb up, then sit down,
Lock on, in the wind
Lock on, in the rain,
May your dreams be green and bold,
Lock on, lock on,
With hope in your heart,
And they'll never build the road,
They'll never build the road.
Then you talk, to the guards,
And they're well pissed off,
'Cos you've stopped all the work for the day,
But I just don't know,
Why they fell like this,
'Cos they'll still get their pay, anyway,
Lock on through the wind,
Lock on through the rain,
May you dreams be green and bold,
And they'll never build the road,
They'll never build the road.
Then you're nicked, by the cops,
And you're locked in the van,
And then driven away to the nick,
And then twelve hours pass,
You're released from the cell,
And you're charged with aggravated trespass.
Keep on, locking on,
It is a fine art,
And the key to dreams that we've sown,
You'll never walk alone.
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