Brendan with letters from all 3 of his biggest fans
Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Help Liverpool win the league"
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been 29 years and still no league, we don't deserve it!!
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 40 in a 30
Hey Bren, I drank a coffee mocha
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that ref who could a saved that other guy from losing
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, we are now relying on Brighton
But it's too late, I read a thousand RAWK poems now, I'm teary
And all I wanted was a lousy win or a draw
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Bren, you coulda been an Anfield legend, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Bren, shut up b*tch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Bren, that's my mate Steve carrying on the floor
But I didn't hurt him, I just sang RAWK, see I ain't like you
'Cause if he''s sentimental, you'll suffer more, and then you'll lose too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at Anfield now
Oh sh*t, I forgot, the Royal Mail is fecking useless