Manchester 2

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

Manchester is a working city for working people,
A humble place for humble people,
For some reason famous for it's too big stadiums,
Manchester,
Where we roll with it.

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