Gang Of Four

It was never gonna turn out too good for me
I was born in the winter in Manchester 3
With the rain in my face
From the East came the men that meant I'd never work again
They do the work that you won't
If this is Jerusalem why do they speak in tongues
Bring me your poor your masses
It was never gonna turn out too good for me
That always happens to your kind
I'm in the heart of the storm and it's too dark to see
It's fixed in the stars how it will be