Nation of Ghosts Songtext
von Marching Orders

Another factory has shut its doors
As the company sells its soul to foreign shores
Because there′s more money to be made
When it's made from the sweat of foreign slaves


We′ll be a nation, a nation of ghosts
A nation, a nation of ghosts

A nation of ghosts and forgotten dreams
A nation of empty factories
You can build your mansion on a hill
With a view of the country that you've killed

A nation of forgotten dreams
A wasteland of empty factories