[B. Dickinson/ J. Gers]
Born in a mining town in '58.
When black and white TV was up to date.
And men where still
around.
Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died.
That I could be alive and see the damage,
that we've managed
since.
In this septed isle. Is nothing sacred.
Just a one square mile.
[CHORUS:]
Justice and Liberty. You can buy what you
don't get free.
In a world of steel and glass. We bury our past.
On and On. We slept till dawn. When we awoke, we hardly
spoke.
My grandfather taught me how to fight.
Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right.
But all around I see his morals
buried in a mess
Of money troubles, Born in a mining town in '58.
When black and white TV was up to date.
And men where still
around.
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died.
[REPEAT CHORUS]
On and On. We slept till dawn.
When we
awoke, it was, all the same.