GO!

It's a dark place over there

the seats, and the stands are bare,

but you remember not long ago, all the times that we battled there.

The sun, it shines right on the gutter

And you remember that he was there,

And you should know, right there in the fold, that you grabbed him by his hair.



War on the terraces

War on the terraces

It was war on the terraces

War on the terraces



The local pub, it stands silent

And all of this town, will be soon

and you remember the pints we would sink

and sing "the fuzz is watching you"

The youth remember them wagons that took us straight down the nick

when we would sing back to them, don't it make you feel like a prick?



War on the terraces

War on the terraces

It was war on the terraces

War on the terraces



So you're looking up, at the terrace

and smile, yeah it breaks your face.

And to the younger generation, we'll be here to take your place!



War on the terraces

War on the terraces

It was war on the terraces

War on the terraces