Lyrics Beautiful Game - Squeeze
We
watched
the
game
like
we
always
did
We
seemed
to
lose
more
than
we'd
win
The
ref
would
sweat
as
we'd
blame
him
And
then
the
fights
would
start
Out
where
the
buses
park
I
dodged
a
few
black
eyes
Believe
me
It
was
good
to
be
alive
The
tribal
path
led
to
the
pub
Where
we
debated
how
we'd
won
And
I'm
outside
the
wayward
son
And
then
a
glass
is
smashed
Some
fella's
on
his
back
And
it
all
kicks
off
again
As
ever
There's
no
one
to
take
the
blame
As
time
goes
by
I
search
with
vigour
The
days
we
had
seemed
so
much
bigger
And
everyone
would
point
the
finger
So
we
would
do
the
same
To
be
mesmerised
by
the
beautiful
game
My
old
man
passed
on
the
flame
of
loss
The
team
we
loved
just
gathered
moss
On
a
rolling
stone
you
wouldn't
toss
But
if
we
win
or
lose
We're
in
each
other's
shoes
With
blood
upon
our
shirts
Believe
me
You
know
how
that
hurts
1 Cradle to the Grave
2 Nirvana
3 Beautiful Game
4 Happy Days
5 Open
6 Only 15
7 Top of the Form
8 Sunny
9 Haywire
10 Honeytrap
11 Everything
12 Snap, Crackle and Pop
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