Time to walk away.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I have seen my last goal
I have sang my last song
At St James’ Park I know longer belong
To all those lads who built ships
And all those who mined coals
For the past and the future
The death Knell now tolls
One man took on our City
And stripped It’s pride bare
With a blatant lack of ambition
We are going nowhere.
So until Ashley is gone
I’ll stay south of the Tyne
And I wont add to his riches
Another penny of mine.



Get out of our club….Get out of our club
Please Mr Ashley……Get out of our club ( Polite Version)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/time-to-walk-away/