ONLY FOOTBALL? (For Brighton, Wrexham, Cambridge..who¹s next?)
His forebears were the butchers on the field at Peterloo They led the charge and cut the people down They ruled the mill, starved weavers out, beat Chartists black and blue Made millions in some hellish sweatshop town I¹m sure he cursed his countrymen in ¹84 and O5 His queen called them 'the enemy within¹ He¹s overseer and usurer, the drone within the hive Whose wallet is his god, his kith and kin
and don¹t tell me it's only football
His system defines Ownership a mess of paper shares A slick deal, a commodity acquired He pulls the strings and works the law so he controls the 'wares' Then laughs at all the anguish he's inspired Now we are many thousands, and he is only one But law and state hold him in their embrace What kind of law, what kind of state condones what he has done? A state where human values have no place
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So don¹t tell me it¹s only football And above all, friends, don't tell me please That it¹s nothing to do with years of sleaze The shattered lives and the corporate trough Don¹t tell me it's just a sad one-off That it¹s nothing to do with politics That politics and sport don¹t mix Don¹t tell me it's just bad luck Because it isn't only football
Our grounds rose up near stations in old Victorian times Most urban centres then were barely towns Built for our teams, then left in trust to us across the years By people who loved football, not just pounds The vulture sees the soaring price of inner city land An ailing club which he can desecrate To us it's pride and history, the story of our lives To him it¹s just some prime site real estate
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Our culture has been colonised, our heritage is sold And moneymen control our national game It's devil take the hindmost, all hail the Premier League And if you can¹t compete, well, that's a shame There¹s a superstore development and it¹s coming to your ground A pinstriped butcher's waiting with his knife That butcher struck at Brighton and he must not strike again Let's kick him out of football, and of life!
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Attila the Stockbroker |