walk on.
Match day
89' with my mates
Running late
Cos' cleaning windows aint so great
Football's my only escape
17 years old
Got the whole world to own
But I'm happy where I am cos I'll never walk alone
Police standing at the gate
Tell me where to go
"Please go this way"
But somehow I see it's not my fate
Other way I go
I didn't think about it like that 30 years ago
Didn't expect an overflow
And think that people my age would face the inevitable
Put our trust in the pigs even now they give us digs
Why you doing us like this?
Is it cos' we're working class?
You got your head up your ass? (Ass?)
Walk on
Walk on
Creating media lies?
Jog on
Fuck the sun
They're all scum
Just walk on
Walk on
Walk on
Walk on
Creating media lies?
Jog on
Fuck the sun
They're all scum
Just walk on
Walk on
Screams and cries
Why they telling lies?
I saw what was there
Couldn't believe my eyes
Have you seen someone die?
It's harrowing seeing someones demise
But you're gonna sit there? (There?)
In your ivory chair? (Chair?)
Thinking we won't read the headlines and care? (Care?)
My mate
Hasn't been to a match since that day!
Police are to blame
We were all told to go the fucking same way!
Oh my days
Why the fuck do people not realise it's fake?
How the fuck to people still read the fucking sun?
They're all scum!
But this part's not about me or my family
It's about the 96 in that tragedy
And their families
Being vilified and slaughtered by the media
Fuck the sun
That's it
I'm fucking done
89' with my mates
Running late
Cos' cleaning windows aint so great
Football's my only escape
17 years old
Got the whole world to own
But I'm happy where I am cos I'll never walk alone
Police standing at the gate
Tell me where to go
"Please go this way"
But somehow I see it's not my fate
Other way I go
I didn't think about it like that 30 years ago
Didn't expect an overflow
And think that people my age would face the inevitable
Put our trust in the pigs even now they give us digs
Why you doing us like this?
Is it cos' we're working class?
You got your head up your ass? (Ass?)
Walk on
Walk on
Creating media lies?
Jog on
Fuck the sun
They're all scum
Just walk on
Walk on
Walk on
Walk on
Creating media lies?
Jog on
Fuck the sun
They're all scum
Just walk on
Walk on
Screams and cries
Why they telling lies?
I saw what was there
Couldn't believe my eyes
Have you seen someone die?
It's harrowing seeing someones demise
But you're gonna sit there? (There?)
In your ivory chair? (Chair?)
Thinking we won't read the headlines and care? (Care?)
My mate
Hasn't been to a match since that day!
Police are to blame
We were all told to go the fucking same way!
Oh my days
Why the fuck do people not realise it's fake?
How the fuck to people still read the fucking sun?
They're all scum!
But this part's not about me or my family
It's about the 96 in that tragedy
And their families
Being vilified and slaughtered by the media
Fuck the sun
That's it
I'm fucking done
Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Gornall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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