Synthetic Symbiotic Relationship
¶ 1
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Grass roots football? What a farce
Grass roots football my arse
We’re the same as everybody else
Don’t patronise us, keep to yourself
¶ 2
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We may not be the Liverpools
But don’t use us as inner city schools
Something to be pitied, throw some crumbs
Salve your conscience call us bums
¶ 3
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You don’t wanna help us
You’re not gonna help us
So leave us alone
We’ll survive on our own
And if we don’t, if we fall and rot
Then we’ll see if we’re roots or not
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