To be aimless and miserable a generation burden that encompassed all to come
From liable to labour developed like her photographs of England in the sun.
Say the things I'll never hear
While our futures disappear
Live for dreams of yesterday, well we threw our dreams away
From the discotheque the sounds of fun
Cuts like a razors edge, oh the damage done
But to be young, oh to be young, to be violent to be right and to have won.
She was broken, but dreaming
Marrying Curt Smith and them living on the run
But her world 1991 was Heritage Front or Heroine
Say the things I'll never hear
While our futures disappear
Live for dreams of yesterday, well we threw our dreams away
Oh to be bold or bought and sold
Hallowed grounds, rights profound gave you something to believe in
But there's no way out, there's no way out
Cause you'll die in the class you were born
So whats the use in going on with such a certainty
Oh what's the sense in me
When the Discotheque and the sounds of fund cut like a razors edge.