flagger Walking across what feels like a field of broken glass,
With fire at our feet,

we venture across enemy lines,
Knowing It is them we must beat.

Still we sing our songs of rage,
Aware we must attack,

Into the enemies cage,
They step into our trap.

Into a battle deathly and deep,
With an attack of almost breaking strain.

The game has begun and forward we blitz,
Into the jaws of pain.

Kicking and scraping and clawing so deep,
Not stopping to wipe away the blood,

Fire flickers in our play,
And the ball rockets forwards with a thud.

With the Liverbird proud upon our chest,
They will never tear it away.

By the way we pass and torture,
They gain scars that forever stay.

Our score is rising higher and higher,
But our play stays on the ground.

The enemies defense begins to crumble,
As the Kop makes a deafening sound.

Like a thunderbolt reality hits them,
The Reds have raped this team.

Proud of what we have accomplished,
Like the cat who has got the cream.

Dalglish is back,
The Reds attack,
Of no one are we frightened,
Premier league get used to it,
Our grip on you has tightened,

WE ARE BACK Y.N.W.A.

the 07-04-2011 at 8:43

johnwilso86 Welcome to the site hope you enjoy it

the 21-03-2011 at 17:21

flagger Times were hard in the Pool in the black and white days of old,

When summers were hot you could not keep your cool,

When winters froze,

It was cold. (Fucking freezing)



The one warm place,

Where opposition teams met their disgrace,

Was Anfield,

Cozy and warm,

Cause when when you felt like a poor boy,

The reds played with your emotions,

An emotional storm.



No money for food,

To the police we was rude,

The unpolite cold blue bastards,

We sang all our songs,

We couldn't go wrong,

The whole division one we had mastered.



And now the King has come back,

We have give Tom and Hicks the Red sack,

My heart it does warm again,

We will win all our cups,

We will never give up,

The Red Champions will triumph again.

the 19-03-2011 at 14:46

flagger Oh Carroll, you play for Liverpool,

Help us smash Man Utd, and treat the toffees cruel.

You can hurt the opposition, and make Howard Webb cry,

But If You get fouled, they will Surely Die



Carroll There Will Never Be Another,

The Kop love to see you score goals,

Don't Ever Leave us,

Say You'll Never Go,

We Will Always Want You For our striker,

Our famous number nine,

Andy Carroll, victory is so fine.

the 19-03-2011 at 13:47

flagger When I was young and the players looked old,

I was living a dream,

Gathering tales to be told,........



The battles we fought,

The Rest of the world we taught,

A lesson in Footballing excellence,

With a beautiful Red fullness,

A defiance of defeat,

We talked with our feet,

Other teams did retreat,

We won,

We was always number one,

We would bloody their faces with play,

Liverpool,

Christ- not again,

Is what the opposition would say.



Well now I am old,

And the players are young,

I have a book full of stories to tell,

I have loved my club through heaven,

And together we have been down to hell.

But together we have always been,

And together we will stay,

Some beautiful and some frightening things we have seen,

Always together for ever, come what may,

The Red men are back,

The rest of the world should watch out,

Very soon we will be once again be able to shout,

Champions, Champions, Champions.

the 19-03-2011 at 12:40