Born in a mining town in 58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom – stood their ground and died
That I could be alive
And see the damage that we've managed since
In this sceptered Isle
Is nothing sacred – but the one square mile
Justice and liberty
You can buy – but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past
On and on – we slept till dawn
When we awoke – we hardly spoke
My Grandfather tought me how to fight
Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right
But all around I see his morals
Buried in a mess of money troubles
Born in a mining town in 58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom – stood their ground and died
Justice and liberty
You can buy – but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past
On and on – we slept till dawn
When we awoke – we hardly spoke
On and on – we slept till dawn
When we awoke – it was... all the same |
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