Whatever Became Of The Working Man's Game?

 

Whatever became of the working man's game? 

You can't blame the players, they're just taking a wage

And you can't blame the clubs they just need to get paid

The men in the boardroom all needed a raise

The TV deals, they're all market rates

Everyone complains but they don't seem to understand

You have to grasp the nettle even if it stings your hand

Whatever became of the working man's game? 

But they had no choice, tickets have to inflate

So the young lad can't afford to get through the gate

And his seat is sold on to the prawn sandwich brigade

If you want them to win progress has to be made

So if you're a real fan you'll spend what you saved

Everyone complains but they don't seem to understand

You have to grasp the nettle even if it stings your hand

Whatever became of the working man's game? 

We all know the cause but we daren't speak it's name

For fear of reproach by the ones with washed brains

Who say we need to sit back and drink the cool aid

It's the way of the world and nothing can change 

Everyone complains but they don't seem to understand

They can't feed you lies if you're biting their hands

And there is still time if we make our demands

To save the working mans game to give it back to the fans