Letra Last day of the miners strike 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 a 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.