Back to The 70s

Like Shaft but without social significance
Credits and theme song,
I command the eyes of a high street of a happier time -
One which thrives both socially and commercially.
At night I sleep peacefully
Falling back back into the comfort of knowing
My jobs secure under Keynesian goals of full employment.

And I Love Thy Neighbour
As we appreciate together the pleasure of breathing in
The air of a Britain before unleaded petrol and Thatcherism.
For Till Death Do Us Part, there will be no zeros hours,
No CVs and no fucking job fairs.
I could carry on.

Come on and hit me with tax in double figures, double figures
And let the country collapse into pieces, into pieces
You make me wanna go back to the 1970s
You make me wanna go back
To the

In the cupboard I find Spam, misogyny and diazepam
As I indulge myself in the relative inflationary costs of
Demand-side management.
For every minute I wait here I appreciate God
For the fixed-interest rate loan made available to me
From a credit rating that is frankly above average.

And I simply cannot complain as I revel in the ease of modern life -
Facilitated by the raw power of a can opener,
And the warmth of social housing.
For everyday I expend my surplus labour value,
I live a testament to the human condition to love,
To care and to invest under a reasonable repayment scheme.

Come on and hit me with tax in double figures, double figures
And let the country collapse into pieces, into pieces
You make me wanna go back to the 1970s
You make me wanna go back
To the

(Laissez Laissez) Come on and take me
(Laissez Laissez) And we'll forget about it
(Laissez Laissez) Come on and break me
(Laissez Laissez) And we'll forget about it
(Laissez Laissez) Come on and take me
(Laissez Laissez) And we'll forget about it
(Laissez Laissez) Come on and break me
(Laissez Laissez)

And if you hit them with tax in double figures, double figures
How would the country collapse, when it's already in pieces?
I think I'd rather go back to the 1970s
You make me wanna go back to the 1970s

Come on and hit me with tax in double figures, double figures
And let the country collapse into pieces, into pieces
You make me wanna go back to the 1970s
You make me wanna go back
To the