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Thatcher was in powerTimes were tight and sourThe letter A was sprayed in a circle everywhere
And everybody’s head was gettin’ shaved or spikedMy sister stitched her flares and made ‘em into drainpipesShe was into Adam Ant and Wuthering HeightsI was getting into Madness and Grifter bikes
Mom had to work late, I had no complaintsUsed to get away with murder when Grandad babysatUsed 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 bracesMy 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
Nightmares On Wax - 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

Nightmares On Wax - 70s 80s »



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