In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had,
at least with all my heart intact

In 1985, Orwell was proved right,
Torville and Dean's bolero,
redundant as a sad welsh chapel
In 1985, in 1985

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
superstition is all we have left
Circle the wagons, we're under attack,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back

In 1985, the Civil War failed why?,
kept hidden like scars of birth,
nature unable to soften the words

In 1985, my words they came alive,
friends were made for life,
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice
In 1985, in 1985

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
only 16 years of age, he said
See all the tears, for the walking dead,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had