three ciders by the station
trying to ease the pain of a double relegation
seems as good a cue as any
to end these soccer eulogies

a sorry state of inebriation
trying to run in this sorry state of a nation
yet paper on the 14:46
screams Immigrant Scroungers Get Them Out Quick

another party rhetoric in a country run by pricks
let's get back to the football, fuck it

but some wolves fans sang as homophobes
whilst in response Brighton waved their ten pound notes
head in hands contemplating trips
to Vale Park and Gresty Road
is there no escape
you've ruined my escape
a great potential for social protest:
a cesspool of money and racial hate

so I run into the bookies
thinking here at least I’m lost at least I’m free
not noticing the CCTV
oblivious to the irony
those rum and colas weren't so sweet
and it's only 15:23
head in hands in the lavatory

singing to myself
after these ten units
I'm Dylan, Lacey, Prince and Gracie D
but people are looking at me funny
and these ugly thoughts come back to me

and I wish
I wish I wish
I wish they'd sung:

I'd rather be a scrounger than a liar
I'd rather be a scrounger
than setting people against each other
how are your hands not bloody with another hate crime murder?
and hey let's do what you say
let's give up our human rights for a day
cause these things don't matter, these things don't matter, do they
yeah, hi, hey let's do what you say
let's give up our workers rights for a share in a company
cause these things don't matter, these things don't matter, do they....

sorry to spell it out so simply
but it seems nobody wants to see
sure accuse me of hyperbole
but all I hear is property

put a dollar on my head
twist my face into a pound sign
quantify my thoughts and feelings
and eat my dog