Crusade
¶ 1
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Football’s our religion,
football is our faith.
Finney give us piety,
Charlton give us grace.
¶ 2
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Each World Cup or Euro
we set out on crusade.
Though we pray for victory
always we’re outplayed.
¶ 3
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The coach is really our high priest
That all religions need.
Shower him with riches
Though he won’t succeed.
¶ 4
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Once we were the champions,
Once we had it all
back in 1966,
Then there came the fall.
¶ 5
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Once there lived a prophet,
Ramsey was his name.
He died and went to heaven
but he will come again.
¶ 6
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The mercy of the football god
is hard to understand.
Another quarter final,
Still no promised land.
¶ 7
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We are football’s chosen,
With football in our souls,
more blessed than the foreigners
Except they score more goals.
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