The Barn Door
¶ 1
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Just close your eyes, picture this if you can
Mad money each week, yet still only a man
You’re given the chance from just twelve yards away
It’s now four defeats in the last seven played
¶ 2
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Fortress called Anfield is a thing of the past
Four wins in thirteen, faithful sit there aghast
Opposing teams keepers who a cold couldn’t catch
Coincidence they’re all getting man of the match?
¶ 3
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Always conflict and drama surrounding the club
Would have been better handled by a few down the pub
Fire fighting not football the name of the game
Cantankerous Kenny adding fire to the flame
¶ 4
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Why can’t they just put the ball in the net?
Creating the chances without being a threat
That barn door from training will just have to go
Relying on Bessie and her five string banjo
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