Child of the 80s
And he looks at life as a game of cunning and guile
Where the only rule is others must think you're sincere;
And he dresses mod and his slang is always in style,
And they change every year.

Child of the 80s,
When the world had stopped spinning,
Cling to an age which had no beginning,
Cling to an age where selfishness reigned.

And he still thinks you can control your fate with your mind,
And he only trusts the things he can look at and touch;
And he often tells me what ye seek ye shall find,
And he drinks much too much.

Child of the 80s,
When the world had no sages,
Copying life from previous ages,
Copying life no longer alive.

And he always speaks of success that others have got,
And retiring is the thing he thinks constantly of;
And he has to pull out his videos and his pot
Every time he makes love.

Child of the 80s
When the dollar was God there,
And everyone thought like peas in a pod there,
And on the surface you played by the rules.
Child of the 80s
Where charm and romance were for fools.
 
 

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