| Song | Full Steam Backwards |
| Artist | Stiff Little Fingers |
| Album | No Going Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You studied hard and you got a good job, | |
| Cause you didn’t want to end up as just another sorry slob | |
| And you put some money away | |
| For a rainy day. | |
| And the job goes well and you like the work | |
| And you think promotion is a cert | |
| And you never see it ending any day | |
| And you get nice car | |
| And you get a nice wife | |
| And you think to yourself | |
| ‘Man, it’s a wonderful life’ | |
| But you don’t see the trouble heading right you way | |
| On the financial page | |
| Chorus | |
| Put your money in the bank, son, they all say | |
| You couldn’t see the bastards making hay | |
| [ ] it’s full steam backwards every day | |
| You get the house and things are going fine | |
| You look around and think ‘Is this all mine?’ | |
| You’ve come so far, and it’s getting better every day | |
| But then the problems start to raise their heads | |
| Those investors [bastards?] weren’t all that they said | |
| You lay awake tormented by the certainty, | |
| That things aren’t how they seem. | |
| Chorus | |
| So you knuckle down until you lost the job | |
| You ended up just another sorry slob | |
| And all your money, well it simply drained away | |
| It’s the end of your glittering career, | |
| Now it’s over you’re out on your fucking ear | |
| And all the people who have done this have gone away | |
| With a big pay day | |
| Chorus |
| You studied hard and you got a good job, | |
| Cause you didn' t want to end up as just another sorry slob | |
| And you put some money away | |
| For a rainy day. | |
| And the job goes well and you like the work | |
| And you think promotion is a cert | |
| And you never see it ending any day | |
| And you get nice car | |
| And you get a nice wife | |
| And you think to yourself | |
| ' Man, it' s a wonderful life' | |
| But you don' t see the trouble heading right you way | |
| On the financial page | |
| Chorus | |
| Put your money in the bank, son, they all say | |
| You couldn' t see the bastards making hay | |
| it' s full steam backwards every day | |
| You get the house and things are going fine | |
| You look around and think ' Is this all mine?' | |
| You' ve come so far, and it' s getting better every day | |
| But then the problems start to raise their heads | |
| Those investors bastards? weren' t all that they said | |
| You lay awake tormented by the certainty, | |
| That things aren' t how they seem. | |
| Chorus | |
| So you knuckle down until you lost the job | |
| You ended up just another sorry slob | |
| And all your money, well it simply drained away | |
| It' s the end of your glittering career, | |
| Now it' s over you' re out on your fucking ear | |
| And all the people who have done this have gone away | |
| With a big pay day | |
| Chorus |
| You studied hard and you got a good job, | |
| Cause you didn' t want to end up as just another sorry slob | |
| And you put some money away | |
| For a rainy day. | |
| And the job goes well and you like the work | |
| And you think promotion is a cert | |
| And you never see it ending any day | |
| And you get nice car | |
| And you get a nice wife | |
| And you think to yourself | |
| ' Man, it' s a wonderful life' | |
| But you don' t see the trouble heading right you way | |
| On the financial page | |
| Chorus | |
| Put your money in the bank, son, they all say | |
| You couldn' t see the bastards making hay | |
| it' s full steam backwards every day | |
| You get the house and things are going fine | |
| You look around and think ' Is this all mine?' | |
| You' ve come so far, and it' s getting better every day | |
| But then the problems start to raise their heads | |
| Those investors bastards? weren' t all that they said | |
| You lay awake tormented by the certainty, | |
| That things aren' t how they seem. | |
| Chorus | |
| So you knuckle down until you lost the job | |
| You ended up just another sorry slob | |
| And all your money, well it simply drained away | |
| It' s the end of your glittering career, | |
| Now it' s over you' re out on your fucking ear | |
| And all the people who have done this have gone away | |
| With a big pay day | |
| Chorus |