The Scouse End
¶ 1
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What’s going on in the scouse end, as we all fix a hundred yard stare.
There’s something going on in the scouse end, something doesn’t seem right down there.
There are fans getting onto the pitch, don’t tell me that we’re under attack.
And there is more and more getting out from the terraces, but the police seem to be putting them back.
¶ 2
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What’s going on in the scouse end, the number of fans on the pitch is starting to grow.
What’s gone wrong in the scouse end, the police don’t appear to know. Beardsley’s just hit the crossbar at our end, for us that was an early fright.
But my eyes are focused on the scouse end, as something down there is not right.
¶ 3
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Now the game is only 6 minutes old, and the referee is calling it to a stop.
Something is wrong in the scouse end, as we still roar Forest on from the kop.
And the police now line up on the half way line, it must be to keep those scousers at bay.
Looks like those scousers, must be trying to come our way.
¶ 4
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There was something wrong in the scouse end, we just didn’t understand what it was at the time.
Now just like you we’re waiting for the truth, some 20 years on down the line.
And that could have been us in the scouse end, could have been Forest fans trapped in that cage.
And that leaves us with a strange sort of guilt, and that’s why we share your rage.
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