Trudging slowly over Wearside
Where the massive lads' fans all write FTM
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Peadogeddon, come Peadoageddon!
Come, Paedoageddon! Come!
Everyday is shite in Sun'lan
They're shit at home and they are shit away
Hiding on the promenade
Cewkie etches a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the Wearside town
That they didn't need to bomb
Short's got them bankrupt with aplomb
Everyday is shite in Sun'lan
Remember not to be black, foreign or gay
Fifteen year-olds dodging footballer's glans
(Obsessed with the Mags)
(With the Mags)
(With the Mags)
(With the Mags)
Everyday is shite in Sun'lan
They repeat "six-in-a-row"
But now down is the way they go
Everyday is silent and grey