Can you imagine
Supporting your club
With crowds on the up
But you're riding your luck
With a charlatan owner
Who don't give a fuck!
Almost every perfect
Out on the pitch
Life really shouldn't be
Such a bitch.
The more I know
The more it hurts
I wish I was an ordinary fan
On the outskirts
Oblivious to what's going wrong
Oh just to turn up and sing a song.
In the ground at five to three
Only the football you need to see
No thinking through
What comes out of your mouth
Head in the clouds
Dreaming of Conference South.
What if I tell you
The budget's too high
The owners projections
Are pie in the sky.
Because of the short lease that we've got
Won't be able to take our play-off slot.
Everything we've built up is going to tumble
My Football Club is going to crumble.
People say I bleed Pink & Blue
Which makes it worse
As there's nothing I can do.
Dulwich Poet 11th November 2013
(I'm always more of a pessimist than an optimist, and I know I said the same thing this time last year, but this time next year it wouldn't surprise me if Dulwich Hamlet Football Club does not exist)
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