Apologies to Pink Floyd.
Hello?
Are there any supporter’s still out there?
Were you once proud of your football team?
Now does anybody care?
Come on, now
It’s understandable to feel so down
The best solution would be
To sack the cliché clown
Relax!
I need some information first,
Can you tell me if Tigerland
Could possibly get any worse?
To stop the pain I am conceding.
My distant dream’s lost on the horizon.
Memories washed away like a last tides waves.
My lips move but I can’t sing the song.
When I was a child I had some heroes.
They played with spirit and with pride.
I wish they had that passion again.
But a negative game plan,
Has left them comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little knife slice.
There’ll be no more –ahhhh
It’s time somebody had to pay the price.
Can you feel it?
I do believe it will be for our good.
You never really put up a show.
Come on now, you know you really should go.
There is no hope, you should be conceding.
As another season sets over the horizon.
Your talk of grinding comes through in waves.
I wish the players didn’t listen to what you are sayin’.
When I was a child I heard them sing our song,
Another premiership won.
I cannot even imagine it now.
The child is grown,
The dream’s long gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Hello?
Are there any supporter’s still out there?
Were you once proud of your football team?
Now does anybody care?
Come on, now
It’s understandable to feel so down
The best solution would be
To sack the cliché clown
Relax!
I need some information first,
Can you tell me if Tigerland
Could possibly get any worse?
To stop the pain I am conceding.
My distant dream’s lost on the horizon.
Memories washed away like a last tides waves.
My lips move but I can’t sing the song.
When I was a child I had some heroes.
They played with spirit and with pride.
I wish they had that passion again.
But a negative game plan,
Has left them comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little knife slice.
There’ll be no more –ahhhh
It’s time somebody had to pay the price.
Can you feel it?
I do believe it will be for our good.
You never really put up a show.
Come on now, you know you really should go.
There is no hope, you should be conceding.
As another season sets over the horizon.
Your talk of grinding comes through in waves.
I wish the players didn’t listen to what you are sayin’.
When I was a child I heard them sing our song,
Another premiership won.
I cannot even imagine it now.
The child is grown,
The dream’s long gone.
I have become comfortably numb.