Frickley in South Yorkshire, a small mining town Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground Has a football team, and a stand full of fans Who love their game and who love revenge If a cop comes near the ground On a Saturday afternoon He`ll be heading the bricks Until he`s over the moon
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