Blues in Europe

Special nights these, under the lights.

Twelfth man? Seems more like thirteen
Attendance  irrelevant if you don't have the courage to dream 
Feeling blue. But feeling it through and through.
And one of our own, Is  surely feeling it too.
Bringing a city together, after so recently it fell
Is a tribute to history, heritage and hell, I'll say it: 

"Keep Right On"

A part of this city marches on.

Special nights these, under the lights.

The power of protest, from passionate fans
A testament to football that graces 
These lands,
Fathers and brothers and children and Mums
Keep st Andrews' heart beating
Despite dwindling funds
Far away tyrants, in distance and in feeling
To treat her like this, with proud wounds still healing.

They can't expect us to be silent.

I'll never forget today.

Were on our away. Were on our way.

Special nights these, under the lights.

A leader of men, a figure of hope
We've been wrong in the past
But give us the rope
Because were pulling harder than we've ever done before.
Attack! Attack! Keep hold of the ball!
A legend arises ,in just 90 minutes
Washing away the fear of failure
Were in it to win it.

Chim chim cheroo , the rest is on you.

Special nights these, under the lights.

The roar of the tired ,and weary,
Is Still a deafening sound
On nights like these, we're the best around,
The courage for humour and setting yourself up for a fall
But still pulling through and singing for all.
We've been through the mill, but we
Are haters of pity 
Who are ya? who are ya?
Were Birmingham City.

We've got Man U, then Spurs and then Liverpool,

Oh that's nice.

Were all going on a European tour.

Special nights these under the lights.

Special, special nights.