They opened up a cocktail bar, in the shadow of Angle's Court (?)
Now folks dress up, and spend their cash, you can't deny their London pride
They say:
Who won the war?
Who ruled the world?
Who showed them all?
Well, who cares?
chorus:
Run from the past
Into the past
Your job will go
Your house will go
But they will wait from their video
And the Police will be there as well
With a boot or a gun to cry on
[chorus]
Into the past, she ran
Under school and underfed
And she runs through the death city, looking for a well payed job
And she finds it on the gym house floor
And the papers always say
Come back to work
You're all alone
Old-fashioned week
And childish
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