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