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I thought it couldn't happen in my time A psychologist's dream of regressive things It's flared up again it's flared up again I don't think they can know what they are doing It's a curse and you know that it's worse than the first time We are survivors of that seventies tragedy Know know know na know We are survivors *before I know* it's beyond belief You know I've seen some things in my time But nothing as heinous as your Chinos They've flared up again they keep your shoes dry in the rain There's plenty of water on your brain It's absurd but this is the world this is the world Then the bastards can't dance but no one seems to care The the the the the The bastards can't dance and no one seems to care I thought it couldn't happen in my time Psychologist's dream of regressive things Flared up again flared up again and again and again I don't think they can know what they are doing And we are survivors of that seventies tragedy And their designers are beyond belief The bastards can't dance and no one seems to care The the the the the And their designers are beyond belief From Letras Mania