When The Fan Was King
¶ 1
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these crazy player wages
that they allow to be
they spiral madly up and up
so far from you and me
whilst those who play have no idea
just what the fan goes through
the choices that they have to make
to do what they must do
it’s like a virus we’ve designed
it ruins everything
we’ll never see those times again
when the fan was king
¶ 2
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back when season tickets cost a hundred
at any club wherever near or far
when getting into games would cost us merely
the same as going to the cinema
the price of football has become outrageous
it turns away the like of you and I
who grew up near the ground and team we followed
before the costs of going grew sky-high
when we would stand together with each other
the atmosphere would rise as would sing
how sad to see the way it’s going
as they forget the days the fan was king
¶ 3
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they’ve sanitised our world beyond our nightmares
they’ve packaged us like cardboard cut-out clones
they’ve brainwashed stewards to evict the noisy
they’ve carefully destroyed our football homes.
while e’vry season prices rise like crazy
with no attempt to curb the tests they bring
as fans we must unite against this madness
to make them realise the fan is king
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