In my head I can hear a whistling
It’s the sound of a bomb falling
Under Lennie it was first dropped
Two relegations, it still hasn’t stopped
Has it found its target?
Did it miss its target?
How much further to fall?
Do I want it to take us all?
For now I’m sick of worrying
Always wondering, when it’ll be over
We’ve had a four year warning to duck and cover
Well I’ve had enough
I’m taking my life back to keep
I’ll not beg and I won’t borrow
It’s no use crying myself to sleep
It won’t help me through tomorrow
I’ll still be there and I’ll still care
But only once or twice a week
And if I can stop myself listening
Maybe I won’t hear that whistling