Then you see it happen again The world turned over Wouldnt it be something to live Your Life On Mars Or at least demanding Of some kind of masquerade I never never ever believed In things uncertain Hanging round the corner Just when do you start doing time In the case of I, my, me and mine October Nineteen sixty nine Where were you in Seventy Six The long hot summer You wanna be a rebel Then turn your hosepipes on With two years to wait For the sound of Jilted John Virginia Wade was winning our hearts She made us want to live Vicious and his brothers Were trying to set us free But much more than this to you and me This was the Silver Jubilee We made something out of nothing A sense of loathing and belonging Some of us were gonna be rich With the Iron Lady Lennons gone already Lets post the boys to war Oh mother, whatre you worrying for Its somewhere hes not been before Then you see the Union Jack And it means nothing But somehow you know That you will find your own way Its a small reminder every day That I was born in the U.K
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