Nothing came easy, 15/4/89 the date.

For every bit of truth, they made us wait.

Stuck together like glue, skilled in lying.

The first lie was told as fans were dying.

 

Duckenfield said fans stormed the Gate.

‘Ticketless, drunken fans, arriving late’

Some media lapped it up, mainly The Sun.

Everlasting damage to our City was done.

 

On mass, the fuckers threw their mud.

And would it stick…they knew it would?

Heartless corruption from the very top.

Tears and flowers took over The Spion Kop.

 

They took on the wrong City, red and blue.

Because so many blues, they suffered too.

Nothing came easy, but we endlessly fought.

Every cheating liar, we eventually caught.