If you can jeer a man
For the colour of his skin
You have no right to cheer
When his goal goes in
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If you can jeer a man
For the colour of his skin
You have no right to cheer
When his goal goes in
It’s
been
great
to hear
so much
more
Without
the
noise
of the
crowd
I
only
wish
it would
stay like
this
So we
hear
their
passion
out loud