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Kiss My Eighties Revivalism  

As well as we are,
We've got Aswad as well,
Down in Depeche Hell
When Astley was swell.
Winner takes it all
In a decending democracy;
What we have now's
No better with Coldplay.
Please, keep that closet locked,
Lock up your Iron Maiden daughters.
We only found escape
At the exit to the decade -
A festering, rotting hell
Which started with a death.
The Lennon bells tolled;
Decade ended with lemons and mellons.
Millions sold - but at least
Maggie was forthright.
Now we've just got fake right
And of course, internet as escape.