attila
1997 Club
TRAVESTY
Hillsborough looks different now, but we still recall how
It saw horror hard to comprehend.
I’ve been many times to the scene of those crimes
And I’ve stood in the Leppings Lane End.
And each time, as a man, a fellow football fan
I’ve thought how it could have been me
And for the display in that court yesterday
I have just one word: travesty.
We all have our dreams and our hopes for our teams
And we sing ‘til we die’ in our youth.
Those folk sang, then they died. The police and press lied.
Decades later, we found out the truth.
But ‘unlawful killing’ is not worth a shilling
When lawyers get up to their tricks.
No solace, no release. No morals, no peace.
And no justice for the 96.
Hillsborough looks different now, but we still recall how
It saw horror hard to comprehend.
I’ve been many times to the scene of those crimes
And I’ve stood in the Leppings Lane End.
And each time, as a man, a fellow football fan
I’ve thought how it could have been me
And for the display in that court yesterday
I have just one word: travesty.
We all have our dreams and our hopes for our teams
And we sing ‘til we die’ in our youth.
Those folk sang, then they died. The police and press lied.
Decades later, we found out the truth.
But ‘unlawful killing’ is not worth a shilling
When lawyers get up to their tricks.
No solace, no release. No morals, no peace.
And no justice for the 96.