God on The Kop
¶ 1
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In Kenny’s boots were poems born
And Gospels forged their words
They bonded true as metaphors
And God walked on down here
¶ 2
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The gates of heaven flung open wide
The Angels all raced free
And made their way down Jacob’s Ladder
To join the Kopites at Anfield
¶ 3
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St. Peter closed his judgement book
And grabbed his old red scarf
Moses pulled his red jersey on
And ran across Stanley Park
¶ 4
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The Sons of Thunder came on to play
And no not John and James
But Shankly’s boys (just as brave)
Geoff Strong and Rowdy Yeats
¶ 5
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The Kopites sang and roared them on
The past came back with joy
The Trophy Room aladdin’s cave
Won by the Spion Boys.
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