Rosencrown Sunday Morning
¶ 1
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The changing room cars near the goal spew their load
And football’s beer worn shame
Picks its way through the glass and onto the field
Carved in joyriders moments of fame
¶ 2
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They’re craicless and tactless and breathless and feckless
But focused, these big bellied beercan balancers
And by the wrecks that are burned out star drinkers who turn out
For Rosencrown must kick the dancers
¶ 3
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Because Rosencrown full backs honour rules that they know
So the old order never will wither
Man can come past, or ball can come past
But Respect says never together
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