"Hear that sound? That's the drive shaft"
Rather, it's a life raft
That you and your wife are flouting
What's that about, the silence shouting?

When is something dead?
Do you know it in your head?
Your mind? Something left behind?
Perhaps if we could just rewind
We'd find the answer

Love, laughter, principally pain,
Are all consequences of the insane
Its archaic definition we all know
But never googled, so we don't really know

Shouting silence, so deafening in the car
Past the idiots and the ******* traveling far
To our right and our left, you
Keep critizing til we've all left you

All on the precipice of that becoming
Me, your wife, your children, yourself
We're all left with that one thing:
Watching you in your hell

But there's no writhing, just acceptance
No attempting to better, just acceptance
No trying of any kind, just complacent
No emotions being expressed, just complacent

How is anything real to you?
Where is your baseline?
Can love be real to you?
Can it be experienced at the same time

As nonexistence and complacency?
Is there anything in between
Those two terrible extremes?
It's where his life is to be

And his wife and their marriage as it dies
In the car ride to the son's house with their other son behind
The driver seat where the driver shaft yells out
And speaks louder than either of your marital doubts

Well, its going home
to Rome
yip the Azzurros have caned our *****
but
at least we are still champions at Bullying
experts at conspiracies, taunting and tormenting
and we all agree, in all of Europe
we are World Class Yobs, Chavs and Yobbesses
who say we are good for nothing immature hooligans

So there it goes
we lost on penalties
and guess what its those three black ones
that missed three penalties, can't trust 'em, innit?

Well what do ya expect
you **** them off daily on social media
your racist yobs are daily throwing racial slurs
critizing, abusing, tormenting and trolling them
how do you expect them to now access the confidence needed
when after tearing them apart

You now throw them on expecting miracles
Maybe something in them at that crucial point flared in their brains
'Know what, **** this for a game of soldiers'
yeah, you dishonour us, you never treat us truly fairly
you keep our people down and tear into us
then at this critical hour, you say, 'Go do this for the Nation'
Go **** yourselves, were we heroes when you're tormenting us
on social media

we never encourage absolute confidence
we always see it as arrogance because its not common
amongst the majority, so we tear confidence down
out of envy because we can't be like them
The gifted are always scared to express themselves for fear
they will start tearing me down, calling me arrogant, a show-off
and all kinds of negative labels will rain down
so there you have it
the poor lads bricked it at the crucial moments
now they'll be dreading social media tomorrow
I wished they had it in them to have even for a second considered
my jokey projection above
but I know they don't have that in them, such fire isn't in them
they've been neutered long ago, from day one actually  

No doubt normal services will resume tomorrow on Facebook etc
and the deranged trolls
will be there sending banana emojis and telling them to go climb
a tree

Yip people,
we lost and the Italians have taken Football to Rome!
We know they have the style and the panache
and the men are not routinely castrated
and then sent out to take penalties
Viva la Roma