Single / Track
In the heart of town, in '87,
Dripping sweat, bodies buzz 'til dawn,
Eastern Bloc, pills and beats, pure heaven,
Cool as fuck... we're legends...
We know it's on.
We know it's on.
Neon bleeds through the rain-soaked night,
Loved-up gods, we chase the high,
Throwing shapes, mad moves, all right,
In this city... got nothing to lose...
We fly.
We fly.
Manchester nights, we're off our heads,
Cool as fuck in our Hacienda threads,
Joe Bloggs jeans and beats that never die,
Lost in the groove...
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
Factory wax spins,
Bass shakes the street,
We dance through smoke,
Eyes wild, no shame,
Doc Martens shake the floor beneath our feet,
It's a rush...
We're on our game.
Neon bleeds through the rain-soaked night,
Loved-up gods, we chase the high,
Throwing shapes, mad moves, all right,
In this city, got nothing to lose...
We fly.
We fly.
Manchester nights, we're off our heads,
Cool as fuck in our Hacienda threads,
Joe Bloggs jeans and beats that never die,
Lost in the groove...
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
Lost in the sound, lost in the haze,
The city's heartbeat, pumpin' through our veins,
Baggy jeans, basslines blaze,
Right here, right now...
We're breakin' chains.
We're breakin' chains.
Manchester nights, we're off our heads,
Cool as fuck in our Hacienda threads,
Joe Bloggs jeans and beats that never die,
Lost in the groove...
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
We touch the sky.
Baggy jeans, Hac nights, we burn so bright,
In the music, we find our life,
Cool as fuck, we'll always be,
Manchester mad for it...
Forever free.
Forever free.
In the heart of town... in '87,
Dripping sweat, bodies buzz 'til dawn,
Baggy jeans, pills and beats, pure heaven,
Cool as fuck, we're legends...
...and now we're gone.
[Copyright Stuart Clarke 2025]