I remember the days our lads were kings
On football parks across the world
The Kopites had the choice of venues
Exotic nights our flags unfurled
Beneath the dome of Roman starlight
We stepped out with Angels heaven bound
And on a park they built for Princes
Barney Rubble’s boots were sound
Men like McDermott ran forever
No blade of grass left undisturbed
Their bootprints spoke of their endeavours
Christ knows it makes today’s result so much worse
Shanks he shakes his head in heaven
As he looks down on his beloved club
The legacy his passion forged
Lies in pieces, dumped out the cup
Where are the boys of Fortress Anfield?
Where are the blood and guts we need?
What happened to the Liverpool Way?
That all of us grew up to believe
Pass and Move the Gospel preaches
Pass and Move the tactics plain
What better men than they to teach us
Who brought glory to the Liverpool name
Now memories cherished may be a blessing
Though none grow skin and bone to warm
But what’s the future without history’s lessons?
If history’s lessons are just ignored…