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    Nightmares on Wax / Lyrics

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    Nightmares on Wax

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    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
    And she'd keep that shtum
    All my friends are gettin' brainwashed
    NF and swastikas they're scratchin' on the desktops

    Riots and violence on the TV
    Broken down on Newsround while eatin' Toast Toppers,
    watchin' coppers get beat down
    Church discos and trips with the play scheme
    Dancin' to ska, kissing the girl of my dreams
    My tenth birthday and those two-tones stay pressed
    Money in my card I bought One Step Beyond, yes
    Lent it to a friend, never got it back
    Dear Jim could you fix it for me?
    Remember that?

    Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
    Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
    Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
    Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard

    Oh, let me tell you now, woo, oh, a wicked witch was in power
    And oh, my god she did devour
    Cast a spell called depression made a living hell
    Turned man against man forgot the boys and girls
    We had no future, home computer
    Had to make do with what we had
    Knock-a-door-run and the hand-me-down gowns
    Current beat, upbeat, Cracker Jack of Underground,
    synthpop, Muppet Show, electro on the radio
    Mum, turn it up, it's a new thing, yeah

    Now all I want is high tech's with fat bass
    He?s got the next best friend started scratchin' and breakin'
    Snatch your racks and battery by the stack to keep
    the boom box from going flat
    Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance
    kid this place has never been so packed
    Street light for a spot light, cardboard box for a stage
    And if you had a score to settle you resolved it with your breakin'
    Not like now they're using guns and bats
    Robbin' old folk, we don?t need no more of that

    Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
    Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
    Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
    Reminscin' 'bout the days and you think times are hard

    Every brick and every stone thrown
    Was for you and me
    They stood firm
    Truly revolutionary
    Gave back as good as what they go
    This song was submitted on October 25th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by George Evelyn, Leigh kenny.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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