Pulp — Last Day of the Miners Strike

Kids are spitting on the Town Hall steps & frightening old ladies I dreamt that I was living back in the mid 1980s People marching, people shouting, people wearing pastel leather The future's ours for the taking now, if we just stick together And I said "Hey, lay your burden down Seems the last day of the miners' strike Was the Magna Carta in this part of town" Well my body sank below the ground, it became as black as night Overhead the sound of horses' hooves, people fighting for their lives Some joker in a headband was still getting chicks for free And Big Brother was still watching you, back in the days of '83 And I said "Hey, lay your burden down Seems the last day of the miners' strike Was the Magna Carta in this part of town" Well by 1985 I was as cold as cold could be But no-one was underground to dig me out and set me free 87 socialism gave way to socialising So put your hands up in the air once more, the north is rising... And I said "Hey, lay your burden down Seems the last day of the miners' strike Was the Magna Carta in this part of town" Sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah Don't let them fool you again, sing Hallelujah By now I'm sick & tired of just living in this hole So I took the ancient tablets, blew off the dust Swallowed them whole Oh come on, let's get together Oh come on, the past is gone Well the very first Commandment: Come on, come on Let's get it on, come on let's get it on Get it on. Get it on Hey, lay your burden down Seems the last day of the miners' strike Was the Magna Carta in this part of town