Fmaj7 Em Emaj7 We watched the game like we always did Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm We seemed to lose more than we'd win C C+ Am A The ref would sweat as we'd blame him Fmaj7 And then the fights would start Dm Out where the buses park C G I dodged a few black eyes Bb Believe me C Dm Emaj7 It was good to be alive Fmaj7 Em FmaEm The tribal path led to the pub Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm Where we debated how we'd won C C+ AA And I'm outside the wayward son Fmaj7 And then a glass is smashed Dm Some fella's on his back C G And it all kicks off again Bb As ever C Dm Fmaj7 There's no one to take the blame Bb C Dm Fmaj7 As time goes by I search with vigour Bb C Dm Fmaj7 The days we had seemed so much bigger Bb C Dm Fmaj7 And everyone would point the finger Bb Am So we would do the same Bb C DmEmaj7 To be mesmerised by the beautiful game Fmaj7 Em FmaEm My old man passed on the flame of loss Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm The team we loved just gathered moss C C+ AmA On a rolling stone you wouldn't toss Fmaj7 But if we win or lose Dm We're in each other's shoes C G With blood upon our shirts Bb Believe me C Dm Fmaj7 You know how that hurts Bb C Dm Fmaj7 As time goes by I search with vigour Bb C Dm Fmaj7 The days we had seemed so much bigger Bb C Dm Fmaj7 And everyone would point the finger Bb Am So we would do the same Bb C G Emaj7 To be mesmerised by the beautiful game