War On The Terraces

Go!

It's a dark place over there

The seats and the stands are bare

But you remember, not long ago

All the times that we battled there

The sun, it shines right on the gutter

And you remember that he was there

And you should know, right there in the fold

That you grabbed him by his hair

War on the terraces

War on the terraces

It was war on the terraces

War on the terraces

The local pub, it stands silent

And all of this town will be soon

And you remember the pints we would sink

And sing, "The fuzz is watching you"

The youth remember them wagons

That took us straight down the nick

When we would sing back to them

"Don't it make you feel like a prick"

So you're looking up at the terrace

And smile, yeah it breaks your face

And to the younger generation

We'll be here to take your place