One More Sunday One More Weekend
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one more sunday one more weekend
some went swimming in the deep end
last day judgements here we go
one more pot luck one more throw
some went up and some went down
some just froze inside that ground
some were faced with relegation
some poured out a year’s frustration
at directors unmoved faces
gazing out on empty spaces
red confetti trophy’s gleaming
blue boys down but Moscow dreaming
free flags flutter failing falling
can you hear next season calling
back to basics back to back
where where you when we were crap?
you and I been through it all
good the bad the short the tall
some got lucky at the death
some went awol with the ref
some can point at long lost visions
others hung on poor decisions
I remembered Geldof say :
“is that it ?” on Live Aid Day
feels the same now win or lose
wouldn’t want some other’s shoes
money power lies destruction
apathy to greed corruption
in our world and in our game
something draws us all the same
you and I we long to be
thrilled by skill and quality
Hull to Bristol fans still dream
Reading fans bemoan their team
Fulham leave it late but make it
some of us can barely take it
some went up and some went down
some will come back to this ground
some are ‘out’ on that decision
some can’t bear the new division
last day judgements there you go
no more chances no last throw
no more sundays no more weekends
til next season’s here again
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