(Huh)
To your credit, to the thirty faces you created
To your headache, to the shape of the 1980s
I'm glad that we don't hear you anymore
I'm tired of playing in your fashion war
(Huh)
To the lights, to the trend setting in your head
Sunday night tears from youth cults already dead
I'm glad that we don't hear you anymore
I'm tired of fighting in your fashion war (fashion war)
(Huh)
CHORUS
Whoah, goodbye, seventies
Whoah, goodbye, seventies
(Huh)
To your credit, to the thirty faces you created
To your subscription for the million copies of 1980
I'm glad that we don't hear you any more
I'm tired of losing in your fashion war (fashion war)
(Huh)
CHORUS
(Huh)
CHORUS
(Huh)
(Huh)