Hillsborough

Let me tell you a story,
Full of terror and fear,
One of heartache and sadness,
It always brings me to tears.
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It started so brightly,
On a warm sunny day,
Laughing and joking,
With mates on the way.
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We were going off to Sheffield,
Full of hope and our songs,
But on the 15th of April,
The tune was different and wrong.
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The sun then was shining,
And the atmosphere good,
We were betting that Jockey,
Would be playing, he’s good.
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As we queued up we noticed,
There were loads still outside,
The police looked quite nervous,
They couldn’t decide.
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Should they put back the kick off,
Or just force us all in,
Should they bowl on regardless?
Or would we all make a din.
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Let me open the gate,
The officer cried,
There’s too many out here,
Too many outside.
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OK, came the order,
Open the gates,
Letting thousands of Scousers,
All in with their mates.
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But there was the fault,
In this fatal police plan,
There was just no direction,
Not even a man.
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Not one copper standing,
Directing us safe,
Away from pens 3 and 4,
Where the just weren’t no space.
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So onwards the crowd moved,
Down the tunnel of death,
And 96 Angels can tell you the rest.
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A mistake made so tragic,
Despite a duty of care,
Duckenfield’s a novice,
But what did he care?
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He would not take the rap,
For this fatal mistake,
Cos’ in his little world,
We broke down the gate.
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Yes that’s right, it’s them,
Who should shoulder the blame,
To think it was me,
Is just crazy – insane.
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They all turned up late,
With no tickets and pissed,
And forced themselves in,
So no game would they miss.
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I did what I could,
But their weight was immense,
In fact sir you know what,
They climbed over that fence.
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They’re are all thieving Scousers,
Who robbed from the dead,
Who pissed on brave coppers,
Yes, over their heads!
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Now hang on there David,
Just what are you saying,
Your lies are in print now,
While their families are praying.
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While they’re lighting a candle,
And saying a prayer,
The S*n’s printing that crap,
But what do you care?
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You shifted the blame,
You saved your own arse,
And cos’ you’re a copper,
The trials were a farce.
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You think that you’re safe now,
Wherever you are,
But you’re never save Duckers’
Not even safe now.
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Co’s you must have underestimated,
The pain that you caused,
And 96 best friends,
Is too many to lose.
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96 sons, and daughters, and mates,
No one to meet at the old school gates,
Nobody to love and to wish all the best,
No one to say I love yer’
You’re the best.
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So think on now Duckers,
When your warm in your bed,
And may 96 Redmen,
Come into your head,
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And their souls are not resting,
How can they can’t rest in peace,
For while your lying there comfy,
We’re still seeking our justice.
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By Mike Nicholson.