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Lingers Long On Cank Street
Concrete Hosiery jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do, goo on boy, do good, okay!
Now you're in New Walk (Oh yeah, look out towards them floodlights baby)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Citeh lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New Walk (Uh)
New Walk (Yeah), New Walk (Uh)
Floodlights is blinding, Sound Off is deafenin’
Push that Klopp out of bounds quick, out of his fuckin’ technical area
Burnmoor lined with casualties, who lived the life so casual,
The Mockery telling us lies, worse, they even said we’d lose this,
Caught up outside Il Rondo, the Picture House is showing Hondo,
It’s half gone May and it’s still cold, Club Foot will make your skin fold,
Citeh of mine, duck down a jitty on a whim,
Good gels gone bad, the Citeh is heaving with ‘em,
Me Mam she took a bus trip,
Rode the 86 to the Monsell,
Everybody ride it, now there ain’t no Leyland Titans,
All hail the Mighty String, Glover’s gone, but still is always God,
And Jesus ain’t gonna save them, not the Scousers on a Monday night
Came here to sweep ‘em away like we were the nine o’clock hosses
Ball players, rap stars, Return of the Mack,
Come on, get the feelin’, like when we were Champions
Vichai made us sing that, gonna sing it again, yeah.
The Citeh never sleeps, c’mon! Tonight we better slip the side some Dexies.
There's nothin' you can't do, goo on boy, do good, okay!
Now you're in New Walk (Oh yeah, look out towards them floodlights baby)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Citeh lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New Walk (Uh)
New Walk (Yeah), New Walk (Uh)
Floodlights is blinding, Sound Off is deafenin’
Push that Klopp out of bounds quick, out of his fuckin’ technical area
Burnmoor lined with casualties, who lived the life so casual,
The Mockery telling us lies, worse, they even said we’d lose this,
Caught up outside Il Rondo, the Picture House is showing Hondo,
It’s half gone May and it’s still cold, Club Foot will make your skin fold,
Citeh of mine, duck down a jitty on a whim,
Good gels gone bad, the Citeh is heaving with ‘em,
Me Mam she took a bus trip,
Rode the 86 to the Monsell,
Everybody ride it, now there ain’t no Leyland Titans,
All hail the Mighty String, Glover’s gone, but still is always God,
And Jesus ain’t gonna save them, not the Scousers on a Monday night
Came here to sweep ‘em away like we were the nine o’clock hosses
Ball players, rap stars, Return of the Mack,
Come on, get the feelin’, like when we were Champions
Vichai made us sing that, gonna sing it again, yeah.
The Citeh never sleeps, c’mon! Tonight we better slip the side some Dexies.
