Beautiful Game - Squeeze

We watched the game like we always did

We seemed to lose more than we’d win

The ref would sweat as we’d blame him

And then the fights would start

Out where the buses park

I dodged a few black eyes

Believe me

It was good to be alive

The tribal path led to the pub

Where we debated how we’d won

And I’m outside the wayward son

And then a glass is smashed

Some fella’s on his back

And it all kicks off again

As ever

There’s no one to take the blame

As time goes by I search with vigour

The days we had seemed so much bigger

And everyone would point the finger

So we would do the same

To be mesmerised by the beautiful game

My old man passed on the flame of loss

The team we loved just gathered moss

On a rolling stone you wouldn’t toss

But if we win or lose

We’re in each other’s shoes

With blood upon our shirts

Believe me

You know how that hurts

As time goes by I search with vigour

The days we had seemed so much bigger

And everyone would point the finger

So we would do the same

To be mesmerised by the beautiful game