(So) What For The 80's

Vice Squad

Hello, good evening-a homely face 
To tell stories of disaster and disgrace 
In the privacy of your own home 
You can't even smell the burning Rome 

So What for the eighties 
What for the eighties 
What for the eighties 
What for the eighties 

No law and order on our streets 
In the hands of liars and cheats 
No job, no future's now for real 
Just time to fight and time to steal 

No worry, no cause for concern 
Our rulers manager on what they earn 
Parties and functions every night 
It's okay Jack, -I'm alright 

So What for the eighties