00:00 - 00:03 | Get everyone in and close the fucking door |
00:04 - 00:05 | Right lads, we can't drink in the hammer |
00:05 - 00:07 | Or the fucking pony club |
00:08 - 00:12 | That leaves us with the Berlin, BA. |
00:12 - 00:15 | Pigeon said we can use upstairs |
00:17 - 00:19 | Pigeon, he will have transfer forms out before you know it |
00:19 - 00:21 | We can't fucking go there |
00:24 - 00:26 | We have to go somewhere I got sacked by text |
00:27 - 00:28 | Linekar too |
00:31 - 00:33 | So did me and big jay |
00:34 - 00:36 | What the fuck do we do now |
00:53 - 00:58 | Anybody who paid their sweeps to Charlie calderwood leave now |
01:13 - 01:15 | I lost four fucking stone to fit in this tracksuit |
01:15 - 01:17 | And the bastards have sacked me |
01:18 - 01:23 | We own the fucking hammer |
01:25 - 01:28 | I told my wife we would renew our vows here |
01:29 - 01:31 | And now I can't set foot in it ever again |
01:31 - 01:34 | I played here when it was a fucking cinder pitch |
01:34 - 01:37 | Cut the fucking knees of my self slide tackling |
01:37 - 01:40 | Shankill united helped us get where we are |
01:40 - 01:42 | They got us a 4g |
01:42 - 01:46 | 4g fuck your 4g dirty bastards |
01:46 - 01:48 | It's a good pitch for us |
01:48 - 01:52 | FUCK THE PITCH I'd rather play at Sydney street west |
01:53 - 01:54 | Than pay wages to those bastards |
01:56 - 01:57 | Goose and John strolling in here |
01:57 - 02:00 | Getting new kits and equipment |
02:00 - 02:03 | Whilst we are running about like bootsy Rambo |
02:04 - 02:08 | My daughter is due down too |
02:08 - 02:13 | What the fuck am i meant to say to her |
02:14 - 02:16 | Sacked by a fucking text message |
02:17 - 02:21 | Do they not know who I am? |
02:27 - 02:29 | Over 100 years of service between us |
02:30 - 02:34 | I bleed lower shankill |
02:34 - 02:36 | My heart and soul into this club |
02:41 - 02:42 | Commitee |
02:43 - 02:47 | Fucking comittee, what comittee? |
02:48 - 02:53 | Haven't seen a single one of the bastards in my life |
02:54 - 02:56 | Bunch of ghosts is what they are |
02:56 - 02:59 | Ghosts with mobiles |
03:00 - 03:02 | That can send fucking text messages |
03:04 - 03:07 | Ma, did my da get sacked? |
03:14 - 03:16 | We need to blame shankill United |
03:19 - 03:23 | Tell people it was all their fault |
03:25 - 03:26 | That's its all they've ever wanted |
03:31 - 03:33 | Foundry will jump on the band wagon |
03:40 - 03:46 | Napper and younger will bite right away |
03:46 - 03:49 | Those two are thick as fuck |
03:53 - 03:56 | lower shankill is dead |