Ten Years Songtext / Lyric

I was born in the mid-seventies

Grew up surfing the new wave of metal

At constant war against haircuts and synths

Every day an imaginary battle

And still now and then I like to indulge

In sentimental self-depreciation

Like last night laughing at a live video

Of Biff Byford rocking the nation

But that laugh stuck in my throat



That's me 'neath that eagle lighting rig

The Saxon of punk rock

My real hair's like that wig

The Saxon of punk rock

Too bad to break, too dumb to quit

You'd think we'd give a shit

Seven CD's, no one's got 'em

Finally we've struck punk rock






Like a nightmare it came to me

This epiphany: Biff is I

Flabby awkward on stage

Trying hard to sell out what no one wants to buy

Singing bosh over riffs that's a raffle of

Popular sounds of the day

I'm Sock, frontman of Generea

Watch me fade away

…and the band played on



Ten years of trying to sell out

The Saxon of punk rock

It's us without a doubt

The Saxon of punk rock

Too bad to break, too dumb to quit

You'd think we'd know we're shit

Seven CD's, no one's got 'em

Finally we've hit the punk rock bottom

The punk rock bottom



Finally, it's just Biff and me