Cockney Rejects

GO!
It's a dark place over there
the seats, and the stands are bear,
but you remember not long ago, all the times that we battled there.
The sun, it shines right on the gutter
And you remember that he was there,
And you should know, right there in the fold, that you grabbed him by his hair.
War on the terraces
(War on the terraces!)
It was war on the terraces
(War on the terraces)
The local pub, it stands silent