70s 80s

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