Anti gender, race, creed or colour
Each sick words we utter
Reminds us, we’re still utter twats.
Look around you during the mayhem
Of distorted crazed heads in the crowd
Supposed adults, who seem to have no shame
Proudly ranting their hatred out loud.
Anti semitic songs bordering madness
Currently doing the rounds
Can only bring more hurt and sadness
To those old, who remember, at grounds.
When the gates to those terrible places were closed
And the God awful ovens shut down
Could we ever imagine, that in this day and age
We’d still insult those, that the holocaust claimed,
With a sick round of songs in our grounds?
Alright then, make out it don’t happen
Ask any Ajax or Spurs fan to tell
How many times at a match does the clapping
Get drowned out by a moronic Sieg Heil?
When the big game is over, and the fans trudge off to
The warmth and the comfort of home
They’re safe in the knowledge that they’ll never need to go
To visit the hell, that those survivors of the holocaust know!