Soccer 99 Lyrics

It all seemed like a good idea in theory,But it turned
into such a mess.
How could a plan like this come to such an end:
The Creekans staving off distress?
We came here with great elation
We were giddy with anticipation.
But the buck stopped here,
And so did our quest.
Chorus:
(Nine too many last night,
Lodoga '99.
(With my) head out the window,
I feel just fine.
Long road ahead,
Longer road behind.
Mister Makavelli:
Soccer '99.)
Out of the van, out of our cars,
We stepped into the mid-day heat.
To be greeted by some jonsing assholes Who called us names I care not to repeat.

They kicked dust and cussed, they put a dent in our bus
Wanted to stomp my face, and kick us outta this place.
We tucked our tails, to play another day, and beat a
hasty retreat.
(chorus)
OI! You Stupid Creekans!
We're gonna shoot you in your four-eyed poser yuppie
faggot face.
Cuz you don't know the true meaning of
PUNK ROCK!
Makavelli
Soccer '99
Mona Lisa
Soccer '99
Linguisi
Soccer '99
Kielbasa
Soccer '99
You
Soccer '99
Me
Soccer '99
(chorus)
Soccer '99

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