Doom and gloom
There was no room
For error at all
Damn you football
Fell for a Burton
Shut the curtain
We should've walked it
Misery a bottomless pit
It's the same old story
Faint hope of playoff glory
Will the real Leeds United stand up?
As I drown my sorrows in a large coffee cup
Where did that safety cushion go?
Cruel blow
Credit where it's due
We all knew
We were riding our luck
Blotting our copybook
Nabbing lucky points
That made us dare
Hope for a chance
But at a glance
We've overstretched ourselves
Dust gathers on the trophy shelves
Massimo time to go
Feels good to chant that you know
January blues
Give Monk his dues
He tried
But the table never lied
We needed reinforcements
For all the magic moments
We needed more
Still it's not been a bore
So used to dodging relegation
Once the frustration
Subsdides
We may appreciate the season's more exhilarating rides
Moments of togetherness
For all the stress
A win against Brighton the champion elect
The Chris Wood effect
Jansson Ayling Berardi
Kyle Bartley
May not stick around
But at times they've made Elland Rd a fierce ground
On a shoe string
These guys have made us sing
Out proud
And very loud
We ran out of steam
It would seem
Moments of the old Leeds
Midfield misdeeds
Lack of Plan B
But hey we must see
The promise Monk brought
For the most we fought
Pride
In our side
Never mind
Consolation we must find
In having something to play for late in the game
One day we'll be up there again
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