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My mother cried
When President Kennedy died
She said it was the Communists
But I knew better

Would they drop the bomb on us
While we made love on the beach
We were the class they couldn’t teach
‘Cos we knew better

We were born
Born in the fifties

They screamed
When The Beatles sang
And they laughed when the king fell down the stars
O they should’ve known better

O we hated our aunt
Then we messed in our pants
Then we lost our faith and prayed to the TV
O we should’ve known better

We were born
Born in the fifties

We freeze like statues on the pages of history
Living was never like this when we took all those GCE’s
O you opened the door for us
And then you turned to dust
You don’t understand us
So don’t reprimand us
We’re taking the future
We don’t need no teacher

I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stand losing
I can’t stand losing you

I see you’ve sent my letters back
And my LP records and they’re all scratched
I can’t see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn’t make no sense

I can’t, I can’t
I can’t stand losing

I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don’t care so I won’t cry
But you’ll be sorry when I’m dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you’d call it suicide
But I’m too full to swallow my pride

Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn’t talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won’t share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won’t tell you again
It’s a bad way