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Borne out of space, yes and born out of time
Nobody else has opinions like mine
But I can't afford to go out of my mind
Am I an anachronism?

Nobody's got any faith anymore
Sundays on alcohol ten until four
Nobody's got any class anymore
And I'm an anachronism

So don't play games with me
I've got a hard enough life to lead
Don't hold on to me
I've got just enough room to breathe

Sparing the rod now we're taking some stick
From radio programmes that make me feel sick
From 1:23 up to 4:56
And I'm an anachronism

Pictures in papers and magazines too
Of TV presenters we all want to screw
I don't believe that's the best we can do
And I'm an anachronism

But don't play games with me
I've got a hard enough life to lead
Don't mess around with me
I've got just enough room to breathe

The old days of romance are over I guess
The whole of the country's obsessed about sex
They know what they want and they want it undressed
And I'm an anachronism

Mothers and daughters who look the same age
Throwing their knickers on front of the stage
Turning a blind eye, I'm looking away
And I'm an anachronism