...but there's no work to be found

I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed

But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'cos I've run every red light
on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't wanna see it again...

From all of these signs saying "Sorry but we're closed"
All the way down the telegraph road