Texty: Manic Street Preachers. Lifeblood. 1985.

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
Torvill 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 realized, there's no going back
We've realized, 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 realized, there's no going back
We've realized, there's no going back

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