In Manchester Songtext
von Wire

One of the men that spawned fibre optic prawns
Barely concealed a grand canyonic yawn
Passed a Nationalist getting buried in Manchester


Tricolour flying, the sun shining, large crowd around
A freshly dug grave, priest arm blesses, the flag is waving
Stern Indian serves original flavourings
In Manchester

I don′t yet know how my story will end
Dead or in prison? Completely around the bend
A strong punch was essential, dust heads exploded
In Manchester