[Intro] (Yeah) Hey, hey Woah-oh [Verse 1] Seventy-six on a black-and-white screen Long hair boys in their velvet jeans Lipstick lines on a cigarette glow Flowers on the jackets at the front row Mothers cry and the fathers are gone Fighting someone else’s borrowed war on Granddad limps but he never complains Medals in a box, never said his name [Pre-Chorus] Kids on the street with a borrowed rage Tearing up the rule book, burning the page Trying to scream past the TV noise Sons and daughters of the quiet boys [Chorus] Nineteen seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Every new wave’s got the same old tricks Every generation lights the fuse again Shouting at ghosts like they’re flesh and skin Men bled out so we all stand free Now we’re picking at the same old seams If there’s nothing left to prove Why we tearing up the roof? Seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Same old war with a different spin [Verse 2] Twenty-six and the neon is bright Soft-faced guys in their painted eyes Same tight jeans and the silver chain Mirror ball spinning through the same old pain Women out there on a long soul search Writing their names on the door of the church Rights on paper and a louder voice Still fight wars just to have a choice [Pre-Chorus] Crowds in the street with a brand-new sign Same old anger in a different line Posting battles on a glowing screen Needing to be seen like it’s ’73 [Chorus] Nineteen seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Every new wave’s got the same old tricks Every generation lights the fuse again Shouting at ghosts like they’re flesh and skin Men still fall in a foreign sand Saving bodies they will never understand If there’s nothing left to prove Why we tearing up the roof? Seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Same old war with a different spin [Bridge] Their dads came home and they locked their tears Buried all the horror for forty years Granddads faded like an old war song Never asked the world what they did wrong Now kids march hard just to claim their scars Fighting for a place in a world of stars Maybe back then it was all the same Just a different coat on a hungry flame [Chorus] Nineteen seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Every new wave’s got the same old tricks Every generation lights the fuse again Shouting at ghosts like they’re flesh and skin Men still stand where the bombs fall down While we chase fire in a quiet town If there’s nothing left to prove Why we tearing up the roof? Seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Same old war with a different spin [Outro] Hey, hey, we’ve got nothing left to prove Hey, hey, stop tearing at the roof Seventy-six, twenty twenty-six Let the dead rest, let the living live Hey, hey, we got nothing left to prove Hey, hey, we got nothing left to prove (woah-oh)
