So God is dead, like Nietzsche said
In 1985, my words they came alive
Redundant as a sad Welsh chapel
Torvill and Dean's bolero
Circle the wagons, we're under attack
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied
Nature unable to soften the words
Kept hidden like scars of birth
So God is dead, like Nietzsche said
"Only 16 years of age", he said
We've realized, there's no going back
See all the tears for the walking dead
Superstition is all we have left
In 1985, Orwell was proved right
We've realized, there's no going back
In 1985, the Civil War failed, why?
We've realized, there's no going back
friends were made for life
In 1985, in 1985
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice
We've realized, there's no going back
In 1985, in 1985
At least with all my heart intact
