Smokeless
skyline, Thatcher’s byline
84
and it’s all out war
She
sold your soul for the price of coal
No
more coal, just a life on the dole
84
on the floor, 84 and it’s all out war
Anything
goes, a blow to the nose
You
went down, tasted blood
Felled
again by the copper’s wood
84
and it’s all out war
Old
man, young lad
Break
the line and you’re a scab, scab, scab
Who’s
the friend, Who’s the foe
All
day long you just don’t know
84
on the floor, 84 and it’s all our war
Thatcher’s
guards they got their pay
Just
to march and fight all day
They
got their thrill, we had the will
Dogs
sent in just for the kill
84
and it’s all out war
With
horses and shields
They
chased us over fields
We
lost teeth and a lot of blood
We
got lost in our local wood
84
on the floor, 84 and it’s all out war
We
were run over hill
And
down through ditch
Pursued
endlessly by the iron-fisted bitch
84
and it’s all out war
Victors
wore the Tory blue
History
tells us that’s what’s true
But
there’s another story I’m telling you
And
this is the one, the one that’s true
It
was 84 and it was all out war
No
one won, we all lost
All
of us left counting the cost
It
was a war but what was the score?
84
on the floor, 84 that was our war
