Born in a mining town in '58.
When black and white TV was up to date.
And men where 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 septred isle. Is nothing sacred.
Just a one square mile.
[CHORUS:]
Justice and Liberty. You can buy what 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.
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My grandfather taught 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 TV was up to date.
And men where still around.
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died.
[CHORUS.]
On and On. We slept till dawn.
When we awoke, it was, all the same.
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