The Stand

It was inevitable, I suppose,
I mean, it'd been building up for weeks,
no one could talk about anything else, just
going over it, and over and over it,
honest, I was sick to death of it all,
but you know how people are about things like that, its all:
What did he say, they did? The bastard. Im not stand it for that. And:
Just who do they think they are, they can't push us around, can they lads?"
In the end,
I suppose there wasn't any choice.
I blame then though, in my opinion, it was needle, needle, nag nag,
they wouldn't let it drop,
Because, they're not stupid, stands to reason,
never underestimate your enemies intelligence, as they say,
Oh, they knew what was what, no doudt about it, dead cunning, them.
Got what they wanted in the end to
I suppose...

We just couldn't resist.

After,
when it was all over and
we'd picked ourselves up,
injuries all round but
nothing you could really show,
we made the best of it,
like you do, you know,
Wasn't as bad as all that, eh?
They'll know who's boss now, eh? We showed 'em a thing or two..."
That sort of thing,
but, i dont know...
things weren't the same afterwards...
I dont know, its not that we'd done anything we'd said we wouldn't,
I just think,
we hadn't imagined it would be that... dirty,
we thought it'd be a bit of a joke,
but it wasnt like that after a while,
it was all set jumping through the hoops,
we were the performing poodles grabbing at the bait, not them.
It was all, well,
degrading, If you see what i mean...
Oh, everyone rushed around congratulating us.
You won, you won, it was great, you were great..."
People just didn't seem to understand that we felt...
So we just let on everything was fine...
I don't know,
All I can say is I
I don't think we betrayed anyone, did we, eh?
No, I dont think we let anyone down...
except maybe...
us.