Nightmares On Wax

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 Granddad 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 conceive black children on some future occasion
Gotta keep that schtum, all my friends are gettin' brainwashed
NF's 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 sta-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