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Thought Dreams

I get holes in the head, as I lay in bed
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I see men on their toes, in Ralph Lauren clothes
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I see us winning the cup, and other such luck
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I get to shag a bird in bed, after she's given me head
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I'm a freedom figther with balls, willing to die for the cause
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I'm the Devil Fish in a huff, trying a poker bluff
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I'm Bestie with a beauty Queen, on a Hundred large having a scene
at night when my thought dreams kick off

I can be who I want , and type in a stupid font
at night when my thought dreams kick off.



By Dickie Davis

 

Paris 81 Broadside

My brothers a scall and hes only ten

Knocks about the Road End with some angry young men

Thinks hes a hardcase, my little brother Reg

In his FU jeans and David Bowie wedge

Hes waits outside Lime Street as the away fans pull in

Then throws two pence coins like hes a nutty skin

He bounces on the terrace to the Specials and Madness

Such conduct in a young man fills me with sadness

Older lads should know better but I noticed they cheered

When he mouths off to Leeds, flicking v-signs at black beard

When it comes on top and he gets chased by the plod

He shows a clean pair of heals in his size five pod

I try to get him on the kop but he thinks Im gay

Cos I still wear a scarf and get the special to Man U away

One day his bad deeds got him in trouble

I though the hiding by Boro would burst this kids bubble

But with his Patrick cagoule torn and covered in blood

Reg just laughed it off, saying well at least I stood

He should be at home playing with his star wars toys

Instead of hanging around the Yankee thinking hes one of the boys

Im sure when hes twelve hell think hes too old

To lob bricks at the escort along Scotland Road

Hell give me stick now but hell have to give me a chance

Cos he cant make it alone to the Parc Des Prince

by Scal Pacino


 

 

 

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