Hooligans poem

Do you miss the life? Do you miss the people? Do you miss the freedom, The power in your brain, That freedom to say what you want, Like when the brick wall is knocked down, Like when the bricks our decaying into the ground, Like the bricks don't exist, And anyone that tries to rebuild them you can wipe them away, Like you can ignore the cement machines, Cuz the cement machines mean nothing, Cuz the bricks just crumble down anyway, You miss the life where the bricks crumble, You want the life where the bricks crumble, If the bricks don't crumble your stuck behind 4 walls, If the bricks don't crumble your alone for ever and ever, And fucking hell ever, Your brain decaying increasing in insanity, Your heart going so deep red surviving on what's left of those who once were Your close friends, No haircut, No shaver, No new shoes, trousers, tops, whatever, Deliveries to your walls Work from your walls Fun,  If fun exists from your walls Decay, Decay, Decay  And the only powe...

Manchester is a place, Some say its a shit place, It's resident bird is a pigeon, It's grey, It's wet, Everyone's in big debt, Manchester is like, Who let the phsych ward out? We all have weird peircings and haircuts, We take psychoactive drugs in piccadilly gardens,  And cuts of heroin, Sachets of spice. Manchester, What can I say about you, Your not as good as Greater Manchester where the rich people live with cheese shops and shit, But Manchester, Your a multicultural world of fun and community, The shadow of London where silence and grumpiness is praised, The heart of the industrial revolution,  the fists of the angry socialists that beat up any tories who enter A place united by the deep lyrics of oasis songs, Where men and women alike sing in there own drunken way "Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall" And in the morning, When hung over they sob, They sob to one last time, By Arianna grande Manche...

 It is a hand which pushes me down,  down deep into a grave But I am a stronger force that can push it away,  or atleast slow down the time that it pushes me down for The hand comes back every night and every day,  to push me through hell and so I pray to Jesus Christ to stop me falling down, but it's not there,  nobodies there,  nobodies at the other side to lock the gates to stop me going in,  nobodies there to stop me falling down the hole which is hell,  but they are there to close it once I've fallen in,  They our there to give me that little push, they our there to lock me up and never let me out,  they our there with all the strength they can possibly find to apply more and more hands to the original hand of it, Monsters and men dressed in black come out to play with me,  to give me flashbacks no human is meant to see,  to weigh me down in sweaty bed,  make me scrape a knife down my leg or to stab it in my head The ...

This is Manchester, This is Manchester, Our Manchester, The home of the North, The home of the sad, The home of the council estates, The home of the university that has made the news alot lately, Wahey this is Manchester, The home of the homeless, The home of the bad weather THIS IS MANCHESTER, The home of the misfits, The home of the, The home, Manchester. England's second city, The shadow of London, A powerhouse of industry, Now a cultural hub of culture, cultural, culture, cultural, A cult of left wing socialism, People, Manchester represents People, The sadness, loneliness of people, The eccentricness of people, The rebelliousness of people, We are the people of the breast like Hill, We will chorlton cum Hardy all over you, Because we are mancs, We our strong Machines, We our down to earth machines, That break alot and have feelings.