“Didn’t You Used To Be Liverpool?”
¶ 1
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“Whats goin’ on?” the cry frustration
Chances lost and none are taken
World class squad and spent a fortune
Advocating squad rotation
¶ 2
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Some came in and cleared the dust
And seperated gold from rust
Now Ian St John has made it known
And no one thinks he walks alone
¶ 3
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The board must act be swift with sword
More losses we can ill afford
Lions led by donkeys yes?
A horse’s arse we better guess!
¶ 4
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Since when was 4th acceptable?
And FA failure palatable?
Have we fallen now so far behind
The Emperor prays we’re all still blind?
¶ 5
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A season over thrown away
Like night shuts out the light of day
The warmth of summer turned to cold
Excuses lame, and Robbie sold
¶ 6
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What now the quislings turn to ask
And lies seep out from every mask
Poor Caesar he was stabbed betrayed
Can Martin O’Neill now save the day?
¶ 7
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What now the Reds the fallen gods
Whose football gold now clay as pots
But saddest when they ask of you
“Didn’t you used to be Liverpool?”
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