Hoddles Waddle
Banned
- Jun 24, 2008
- 182
- 0
You came to us a nomadic man,
A mixed up player without a plan,
We took you in, we let you know,
We sang to you, our one Keano.
You told us that you loved us too,
We thought your blood ran white and blue,
You lied to us, those things you said,
it seems your veins are filled with r3d.
We thought you had found a home,
but you saw us as a stepping stone,
You tried your best to ease our fears,
your waving arms and crocodile tears.
So now its time for you to go,
to emulate your past heroes,
Now what to tell my five year old?
Too young to sing 'fuck off Keano'
A mixed up player without a plan,
We took you in, we let you know,
We sang to you, our one Keano.
You told us that you loved us too,
We thought your blood ran white and blue,
You lied to us, those things you said,
it seems your veins are filled with r3d.
We thought you had found a home,
but you saw us as a stepping stone,
You tried your best to ease our fears,
your waving arms and crocodile tears.
So now its time for you to go,
to emulate your past heroes,
Now what to tell my five year old?
Too young to sing 'fuck off Keano'