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Retired US Soccer / World Cup Thread (RIP)

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river
 
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself...
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself...
 
How come every time you come around
My London, London Bridge wanna go down, like
London, London, London
Wanna go down like
London, London, London
Be going down like
How come every time you come around
My London, London Bridge wanna go down, like
London, London, London
Wanna go down like
London, London, London
Be going down like
 
A malady has taken him over
Coughing tar in his Japanese motor
The lights are magic
And he feels lucky
And he's got money
Shoots like an arrow, oh
London loves
The mystery of a speeding car
London loves
The misery of a speeding heart
It's love you like and everyone's at it
And words are cheap when the mind is elastic
He loves the violence
Keeps ticking over
So sleep together
Before today is sold forever
London loves
The way people just fall apart
London loves
The way you just don't stand a chance
London loves
The mystery of a speeding heart
 
BiffTannen said:
Can't wait to see Pulisic in London someday soon.
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Through the satellites, I fight with you
That local brew is spillin'
I know just how you spend your time
I want to get my hands on him
Somebody's party in a London flat
You're where it's at and I know
You want to see me lose my mind
I'm tired of chasing after you
The residue is jealous
See me on the dark side of your mind
I want to get my hands on him
To a club that's pounding in the London rain
The world could end we wouldn't hear it
I know just what's on your mind
I see the way your face has changed
We're no good for each other
You tricked me into coming here
So let go, I don't want to go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't want to go to London
To live there
I don't want to go to London
All your friends afflicted
I don't want to go to London
She's addicted
I saw you with him
I know where you've been
That nose is broken wide open
Your way has got me out of line
I want to get my hands on him
You're so sick to make me prove
It takes a fight to move you
I know just what's on your mind
It's been this way a thousand years
We torture each other
So why the hell'd you call me here
When you know
I don't want to go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't want to go to London
Live there
I don't want to go to London
All your friends afflicted
I don't want to go to London
She's addicted
I don't want to go to London
I told you I don't care
I don't want to go to London
Cause you're not there
I don't want to go to London
Even when I see you
Somewhere else in London
I don't want to go to London
 
Go down the pub
Drink ten pints
Get really plastered!
Go on home
Beat the wife
Dirty northern bastards
 
Brasky, you know I love that song deeply. Makes my heart hurt, except for kind of the opposite of the lyrics.
 
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