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Thatcher was in power, times were tight and sour |
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The letter A was sprayed in a circle everywhere |
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And everybody's head was gettin' shaved or spiked |
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My sister stitched her flares and made 'em into drainpipes |
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She was into Adam Ant and Wuthering Heights |
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I was getting into Madness and grifter bikes |
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Mom had to work late, I had no complaints |
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Used to get away with murder when grandad babysat |
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Used to play fox and hound 'til the sun came down |
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Singin' 'Lip Up Fatty', running wild through the ghost town |
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And all I wanted was doc boots and braces |
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My ear pierced, "So, mum, what's a racist?" |
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She didn't explain that we weren't quite Caucasian |
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As we could see black children on some future occasion |
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And she'd keep that shtum all my friends are gettin' brainwashed |
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NF and swastikas they're scratchin' on the desktops |
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Riots and violence on the TV broken down on newsround |
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While eatin' toast toppers, watchin' coppers get beat down |
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Church discos and trips with the play scheme |
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Dancin' to ska, kissing the girl of my dreams |
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My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay pressed |
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Money in my card I bought 'One Step Beyond', yes |
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Lent it to a friend, never got it back |
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Dear Jim could you fix it for me? Remember that |
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Just a 70s baby, early 80s child |
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Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard |
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Just a 70s baby, early 80s child |
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Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard |
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Oh, let me tell you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power |
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And oh, my god she did devour |
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Cast a spell called depression made a living hell |
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Turned man against man forgot the boys and girls |
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We had no future, home computer |
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Had to make do with what we had |
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Knock a door run and the hand me down gowns |
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Current beat, upbeat, 'Cracker Jack of Underground' |
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Synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio |
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Mum, turn it up, it's a new thing, yeah |
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Now all I want is high tech's with fat bass |
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He's got the next best friend started scratchin' and breakin' |
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Snatch your racks and battery by the stack |
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To keep the boom box from going flat |
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Didn't cope and went in over the store |
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With a performance kid this place has never been so packed |
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Street light for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage |
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And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with your breakin' |
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Not like now they're using guns and bats |
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Robbin' old folk, we don't need no more of that |
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Just a 70s baby, early 80s child |
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Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard |
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Just a 70s baby, early 80s child |
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Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard |
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Just a 70s baby, early 80s child |
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Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard |
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Just a 70s baby, early 80s child |
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Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard |
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Every brick and every stone thrown was for you and me |
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They stood firm truly revolutionary gave back as good as what they go |
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Every brick and every stone thrown was for you and me |
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They stood firm truly revolutionary gave back as good as what they go |
