Pulp - Last Day of the Miners' Strike lyrics

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