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