Kaiser from Killing Gazza by Killing Gascoigne

It's not fair, it was penalty I'm sure
He broke my knee, didn't even touch the ball
Next game gonna punch his ugly face
I don't stand when we lose in certain ways
Even if it was the Champions League
Remember that the grass is still as green
As the orchard field in which you used to play
And the only thing apparently still remains

You run on the right wing
Spitting your black lungs
Barely crossed the midfield
Shouldn't drink all that beer
Shouldn't pass in that way
Shouldn't loose the ball
But you're always there
No matter what's your form

"There'll be a day you'll win the ballon Dor"
That's what they told you know that is not true
Ball, ball, the movements of the ball
Reminds you of creation
Rules, freedom, and nature
Ball, ball, just can't keep your eyes off
Spherical addiction to right back propositions
Vertical ballistics of ancient times
Will eventually lead to progress through the line

Years ago
A man broke all his bones
High in the sky-high planes of Mexico
Today he's food for a northern lucky rose
And I'll get high with his bandage on my phone

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