31-12-2009, 01:07 AM
i found this chant on a website and i think it pretty much sums up what donlerz was saying
There's a place we know where Scousers go,
and it's always lots of fun,
you can have a laugh at many things,
if you're ready with a pun...
You can mock the dead of Munich,
be glad that George Best's dead,
you can sing a dozen funny songs,
of Duncan Edward's head...
You can hope that Gary Neville,
gets cancer and he dies,
throw ammonia at Whiteside,
and hope it blinds his eyes,
You can even stone an ambulance,
where Alan Smith is lying
even if it doesn't overturn,
it's bound to be fun trying,
You can talk of many pleasant things,
with your like-minded mates,
but you'll pause to show such reverence,
as you pass the Shankly Gates,
Where every single Scouser,
who ever passed away,
must be honoured and respected,
have their own special day,
Cos Scousers are a special breed,
their hearts upon their sleeve,
they ask the country to join in,
and watch them as they grieve,
They celebrate and they respect,
each Scouser who departs,
they ask that we can shed their tears,
and nurse their broken hearts,
Yet mention dead of anyone,
who doesn't fit their own,
they laugh out loud there is no shred,
of honour ever shown,
They laugh at young men dying,
on runways filled with ice,
and celebrate that Munich day,
and never would think twice,
of mocking Harold Shipman's dead,
that lived within our city,
these wallowers in plastic grief,
the masters of self pity,
They wave their tin foil silverware,
and throw cups filled with sh!t,
to shower on opposing fans,
but never will admit,
the murder of their very own,
their much loved Stanley knives,
the night they killed Juventus fans,
a tragic waste of lives,
It's "justice for the 96",
but never 39,
It's grieving for 'poor' Michael Shields,
but not for Heysel dying,
It's always everybody else,
they're not the ones to blame,
it was Chelsea, Yorkshire coppers,
it's always been the same,
We've all shed tears as 96,
lay dying on the floor,
but our sympathy has long since died,
we'll grieve with you no more...
Our sympathy has long since died,
we'll grieve with you no more.
people dying is never something to be joked about no matter what team they support
There's a place we know where Scousers go,
and it's always lots of fun,
you can have a laugh at many things,
if you're ready with a pun...
You can mock the dead of Munich,
be glad that George Best's dead,
you can sing a dozen funny songs,
of Duncan Edward's head...
You can hope that Gary Neville,
gets cancer and he dies,
throw ammonia at Whiteside,
and hope it blinds his eyes,
You can even stone an ambulance,
where Alan Smith is lying
even if it doesn't overturn,
it's bound to be fun trying,
You can talk of many pleasant things,
with your like-minded mates,
but you'll pause to show such reverence,
as you pass the Shankly Gates,
Where every single Scouser,
who ever passed away,
must be honoured and respected,
have their own special day,
Cos Scousers are a special breed,
their hearts upon their sleeve,
they ask the country to join in,
and watch them as they grieve,
They celebrate and they respect,
each Scouser who departs,
they ask that we can shed their tears,
and nurse their broken hearts,
Yet mention dead of anyone,
who doesn't fit their own,
they laugh out loud there is no shred,
of honour ever shown,
They laugh at young men dying,
on runways filled with ice,
and celebrate that Munich day,
and never would think twice,
of mocking Harold Shipman's dead,
that lived within our city,
these wallowers in plastic grief,
the masters of self pity,
They wave their tin foil silverware,
and throw cups filled with sh!t,
to shower on opposing fans,
but never will admit,
the murder of their very own,
their much loved Stanley knives,
the night they killed Juventus fans,
a tragic waste of lives,
It's "justice for the 96",
but never 39,
It's grieving for 'poor' Michael Shields,
but not for Heysel dying,
It's always everybody else,
they're not the ones to blame,
it was Chelsea, Yorkshire coppers,
it's always been the same,
We've all shed tears as 96,
lay dying on the floor,
but our sympathy has long since died,
we'll grieve with you no more...
Our sympathy has long since died,
we'll grieve with you no more.
people dying is never something to be joked about no matter what team they support