A Word With Shankly’s Ghost
¶ 1
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Down Mathew Street
From Anfield Road
Through winter’s haze
Forgotten tho
I stumbled through my past
Then stole
A word for Shankly’s Ghost
¶ 2
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Down North John Street
And then to Bold
The Slaughterhouse
Quite drunk I know
I clambered through my past
And stole
A word with Shankly’s Ghost
¶ 3
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Across Church Street
The vendors wares
In open cases
They’d propose
I lived again my past
And stole
A word from Shankly’s Ghost.
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