Born 1979

I could not be more obvious It echoes from my eyes I'm always semi conscious I can't help telling lies. My father was a butcher My mother easy meat I strolled the streets of childhood With sand shoes on my feet Conceived from Friday boozing, Like many of my time The boy who knew no better, Born 1979. It's hard to pray to Jesus east of the bloody bridge For he won't pay the rent man or stock the empty fridge Those days of New Romantics, were heavy on my class We drowned ourselves in lager and wore a happy mask. But underneath the make-up The sad face of a mime For those who lived in lipstick Born 1979. My school days where a circus, and I the classic clown From He-Man through to Orville I had the accents down Made fun of all and sunder while dishes flew at home The details unimportant I hate to bitch and moan So I'll say it was awful I've seen my share of crime But kids were made of concrete Born 1979. The rest's a fleeting daydream, the 80's came and went We moved west of the river where moneys burnt and spent But still there's no escaping from ghosts of past mistakes And soon you're at a nightclub just one of many snakes. We boogied to the baselines, of Cocker, Kurt and Nine Those Fugees from the fire Born 1979. So now I'm old and carefree I look back with a grin Two dozen years have fleeted but I'm still hanging in. These days of summer sunshine are moments to behold For someday you'll remember when you are grey and old. That life is what your make it so make it a good time. To all who now know better, Born 1979. Copyright ©2002