This was us, every city, every town, had its own Mod scene, we had our own cafes we hung about, our escape from Thatchers Britain, the music kept our spirits high, till the Falklands came along, this was our time, our generation.
This was us, every city, every town, had its own Mod scene, we had our own cafes we hung about, our escape from Thatchers Britain, the music kept our spirits high, till the Falklands came along, this was our time, our generation.