On…and on

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 sceptred Isle
Is nothing sacred, just 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 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 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
On and on and on

Justice and liberty
You can buy, but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past

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, it was... all the same