We dress up in our team colours,
Stand on the sidelines and shout
Foul play, we all say, he definitely should be out
What happened to that pass, what happened to that goal
Fire the ref we all shout loudly, dig him a huge big hole!!
And then we let it go
In real life, we kick ourselves,
For hours and maybe days on end
We sit and shoot ourselves, over and over again,
Things we should’ve known
Things we should’ve seen,
We moan and silently scream
Where are our sports fanatics,
Where is that one voice team,
Why do we hide ourselves,
When things fall apart at the seams
Why aren’t we there all shouting
In very vocal terms
That everything around us,
Seems to be a crock of germs!
We all need a voice of reason, we all need a helping hand
Where are you voices of likeness,
or is it just a dream?