Forget the fact he cracked the enigma,
On his sleeve, like jews, he bore a stigma
Forget the mariners whose lives he saved,
Or the sinking of the ships he'd staved,
Forget his cunning, his fortitude,
For the rank and file thought it lude,
Forget he helped lead ****** away,
To chase his tail round pas de Calais,
Forget his work would help pave the way,
For every device that you value today
Forget he shortened the war by years,
But remember... We killed him for pillow talk fears.

I died that day when I stayed alive,
It got hard to find what little light I had inside,
But I'd die again, a million times and many more, I'd give up every pounds of flesh so that you'd arise and take your first and final breath.
I scream your name even though I never knew it, I see your face in every dream, and give up every one one for you.
I'm not alone but I feel it and for that I hate myself.
Every wall has a door but each one is locked, it's getting hard to breathe but I'm not even sure that I want to.
I smash one down, through fear or anger or desperation, I don't know,
But there's just a wall and behind that another, on and on, no roaring light to greet me, just the darkness of infinity.
I hold steady on a floor that won't stop moving, I had my momentum stolen by love I never heard,
This veil is stuck to me like my own crown of thorns, so deeply rooted that my brain bleeds with every step, every breath and word.
I still smell you as you flowed away and joined the river, lightly, little angels wings departed, but here, forever, I'm with you.
I'd stop thinking, living or drawing breath, I'd throw myself to the lions to pull the splinter from your paw. I will never stop loving you. I will never stop needing you.

Oi, Manchester, why are you so blue?
You built it all, there is nothing you can't do.
We were here first and we will be here last,
Our future is bleak? Well, so was our past.
We've had more than our share of ups and downs,
Aye, it's grim up north, but every class needs its clowns.

Oi, Manchester, chin up arr kid,
If they ask you who built it, you tell 'em we did,
We built this city with rock and roll,
Through rain and shine, with northern soul,
The only thing we never built was a great northern wall,
We invited each people and we welcomed them all.

Manchester, mate, things will get better,
Mother nature tries beat us but we've never let her,
No matter the odds or how savage their action,
We are the great power house, we never lose traction.
Each time we're knocked down we rebuild from the ashes,
we shoulder each other, we each take lashes.

Oi, Manchester, don't you forget your station,
We are the heart, we are the brain and the spine of a nation.
It was here we split the atom, and here where Rolls met Royce,
Swing those monkey arms and sing your Mankey voice
Be proud, be loud, there's no need to tiptoe,
And always remember that WE created VIMTO.

Oi, Manchester, I don't 'alf miss THAT smile,
It's the whole hog, the bees knees, the best by a mile,
There will be a day when we all laugh again,
Brighter, more hopeful, more promising then,
There will always be dark before the dawn,
But, oi, this is manchester, where all dreams are born.

It's now Christmas day and all through the gaff,
No one is joyous, not even a laugh,
Boris has warned us, we've got to beware,
You're lucky you're eating in more than a pair,
The children, excited, all wanted to play,
'cause no one had told them, Santa's stuck in calais,
Mum calls on zoom, I've got dad over Skype,
I wish merry christmas, they say stop talking tripe.
When out in the garden I heard such a din,
The neighbour is out searching deep in my bin,
"oi, go on I said, get out of there"
She stood, resolute, she simply didn't care.
"I'm trying to determine how many people you've got,
And then I need to know if they're family or not"
I waved bye to the turkey and threw it, half cooked.
At the nosy old bird and told her "get plucked"

A black dog jumps up on my knee and whispers in my ear,
He tells me all I'd never be and knows my every fear,
He chews on every part of me, and laps up every tear
"the rope around my neck is key, your final day is here"
You'll never see a better day,
Each one, will be the worst,
You've made your bed so down you lay,
you wouldn't be the first.

An angel tells me "slow your pace, your time is yet to come"
I tried to hide, oh my disgrace, the things which I have done.
She points down to the starting block, "your race is not yet run"
She placed a hand upon my face and told me "you're their sun"
They will need you on your better days,
And love you on your worst,
You have to break the cycle, please,
Don't leave the poor lambs cursed.

The dog barks back now, "angel, you'd better hold her tongue,
He whispers his reminder then, that "pain will right your wrong,
Her words are trite, they're banal, the devil wrote your song
Go deep and make it fatal, not across, you cut along,
You have all but lived your better days,
From here they'll all get worse,
We both know how this one plays,
don't write a final verse".

Rubbing belly, full of life, she shows me how I'm needed,
She takes my hand, then the knife, lest the black dogs words be heeded,
"face with me, all your strife" her tear streaked eyes had pleeded,
"who made such beauty not once but twice? We did, baby, we did.
We will need you on your better days,
You will need us on your worst,
But daddy, please, come home and play,
Don't leave us poor lambs cursed.