Published August 13, 2008
Long may the terraces last
They may have their faults
But at least they are no longer at fault
Something gone long unsaid by yourself
With your witch-hazel smiles and coughs
That forever cast you as the 'bad-guy'
The Lord is swimming in the river
And another is locked tight in his room
The virgin is at the alter
And Big Bones is up for a fight
Pissed-up and proclaiming loudly
He could take the fuckin' lot
Cut the wires to the flower incubators
Fend off the advances of the counter-weighters
Long may the terraces last
Because if they fail us now
As the heroes of the day say they will
Then false is right and night is day
Thought I would post something for you all to see.
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