Burnley, The Clockwork Dissonance

Lyrics

[INTRO] Yo, we’re spittin’ fire while the brass blows, the drums keep the rhythm, the flutes sing a low note. [VERSE 1] Bun—‑‑‑‑‑‑—‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑‑ You think you’re a giant in the League, but your squad’s a copy, a misprint of the league. - The ball rolls past your goalie, like a clock tickin’ out the minute. - The midfield’s a maze, I’m the GPS, your players lost in a forest of dust. Your striker’s got a crossbar in his eyes, the defense looks like a line of spies. [CHORUS] Burnley FC, you’re a joke, no trophy in your pocket, you’re just a smirk. The horns blast a truth, we’re on the track, you’re stuck in a dream of a past. [VERSE 2] You’re the “frozen” club, the coldest, the witticisms all fake, We’ll show you that your fans are a chain, they’re not the real, they’re a prank. - The manager’s a ghost, the tactics are lost, the club’s on the line, the fans get the cost. - The fans in the stands, they’re just a noise, the players are all tired of the 0‑0. You think you’re a giant, but your bench’s a joke, we’re the ones who’s on the road. [CHORUS] Burnley FC, you’re a joke, no trophy in your pocket, you’re just a smirk. The horns blast a truth, we’re on the track, you’re stuck in a dream of a past. [BRIDGE] The trumpet’s playing a warning, you’re about to lose your crown. The drums echo a lament, your dreams go down the town. [HOOK] You’re the club that’s stuck, a laugh at the field, The fans are all tired, your future’s unsealed. [OUTRO] So keep the beat, keep the rhythm, you’re stuck in a loop, Burnley FC, you’re the only joke.