Kids are spittin’ on the Town Hall steps and frightenin’ old ladies
I dreamt that I was livin’ back in the mid 1980s
People marchin’, people shoutin’, people wearin’ pastel leather
The future’s ours for the takin’ now, if we just stick together […]

Well by 1985, I was as cold as cold could be
But no one’s underground to dig me out and set me free
’87 socialism gave way to socialisin’

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