Dug ourselves a massive hole
Feels like free fall
Soon be Egotistical Evan's curtain call
Mad Massimo continues to divide and rule
Don't know who's the bigger fool
Those who part with their hard earned cash
To watch gutless trash
Or the men in suits allowing this circus to continue
Oh the men in white yellow and blue
You try everyone's patience and pride
Which side?
Who to back?
Wooton on the rack
Silvestri butter fingers
The old bitter feeling lingers
We expected to lose today
What can I say?
It's a culmination of messy mediocrities
As we drop to our knees
Praying for better next time around
The sinking feeling brings us to the ground
Nothing changes nothing will
What a bitter pill
Until someone puts in a long term deal
And we're not just some mad millionaire's next meal
Not a fan of Cellino
But if he is to go
No certainties of a solvent saviour
Nor a manager with better behaviour
Oh well folks another cup run done
Let the nostalgic music run
Don't know what's ahead
But certainly that's the just about put to bed
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