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Then you see it happen again.
The world turned over
Wouldn’t it be something
To live your life on Mars,
Or the least demanding
Of some kind of masquerade?

I never never ever believed
In things uncertain
Hanging round the corner,
Just when d’you start doing time?
In the case of I, my, me and mine,
October 1969

Where were you in ’76,
The long hot summer?
You wanna be a rebel
Then turn your hosepipes on
With 2 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
Lennon’s gone already,
Let’s post the boys to war
Oh mother, what’re you worrying for,
It’s somewhere he’s not been before

Then you see the Union Jack
And it means nothing
But somehow you know
That you will find your own way
It’s a small reminder every day
That I was born in the UK
Then you see it happen again.   The world turned over   Wouldn’t it be something   To live your life on Mars,   Or the least demanding   Of some kind of masquerade?      I never never ever believed   In things uncertain   Hanging round the corner,   Just when d’you start doing time?   In the case of I, my, me and mine,   October 1969      Where were you in ’76,   The long hot summer?   You wanna be a rebel   Then turn your hosepipes on   With 2 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   Lennon’s gone already,   Let’s post the boys to war   Oh mother, what’re you worrying for,   It’s somewhere he’s not been before      Then you see the Union Jack   And it means nothing   But somehow you know   That you will find your own way   It’s a small reminder every day   That I was born in the UK