Born in ’58

Born in a mining town in 58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were 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 sceptered Isle
Is nothing sacred, but the one square mile?

Justice and liberty
You can buy, but 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
My Grandfather tought 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 T.V. was up to date

And men were still around
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died
Justice and liberty
You can buy, but 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

On and on, we slept till dawn
When we awoke, it was... all the same