27 Hillsborough
The years authorities lied
Told us sterotypes were sound
Had us disbelieve our very eves
Hid the facts when all around
Folks were shouting, how they cried
Fought until the grave and ground
Grabbed them took them to the side
Still they fought till truth was found
The facts they couldn't hide
Redtopragtop's shame was not profound
Fans marked and then denied.
Murdoch's trash and Maggies Plan
South Yorks police, where's your pride?
May we never hear from them again.
Fans Walk on with heads held high
Guilty ones to go to trial
Guilty get what fans never did
A fair trail with no sordid
Headlines in a crappy rag
Who dig in dead phones spreading hate
Told us of "Filthy yobs
Drunken yobs with dirty gobs"
But they were decent folk and true
Just fans like me and you
Went to watch their team play
Rain and snow, home and away
Told us "'twas the fans that day
Who spat and stole and peed as well
On dead babies ain't that swell"
Never more the Rag we'll buy
A load of crap, a load of lies
Perverting justice all those years
Sobbing families all those tears
I'd like to see them rot in jail
But gong's they'll get, tis my fear
And they'll cash in with their tales.