The Wrong End Of Life
¶ 1
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I wondered lonely in the crowd
How could I ever be so proud
To think that I on such a day
Could into opposition stray
¶ 2
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And did i take some fatal bend
To find myself in the wrong end
the turnstile clicked it would not stop
and here we stand upon the Kop
¶ 3
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Whilst all around may lose their heads
Ecstatic in this sea of red
I’m wedged in here to watch the blues
And face a nightmare if we lose
¶ 4
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When all at once some hope draws near
Then just as quickly disappears
As dragged away in police vans
A host of blue-scarved football fans
¶ 5
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‘Tis fathomless this strangest test
This reasonless and odd behest
This blatant trick on such a day
Desert me not my courage pray
¶ 6
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‘Tis close to going round the twist
To come and stand up here like this
O woe is me alas what fate
But we came in at the wrong gate.
¶ 7
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Alas – alack – oh woe is me
Far better to watch from some tree
Than here in this opposing din
Because i spaced out – coming in.
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