(Instrumental Solo) [Intro - Slow Terrace Chant, 6/8] [Verse 1] From factory gates and cobbled stone, We built a kingdom of our own. Through pouring rain and muddy boots, We struck the deep and tangled roots. No velvet rope, no private key, Just blood and bone and loyalty. [Tempo Change - Fast 4/4] [Pre-Chorus] The whistle blows, the tension breaks, For every heart that beats and aches. No one knows where magic starts— In iron will or broken hearts. [Chorus] THE GAME IS OURS! The sweat, the songs, the battle scars! THE GAME IS OURS! From broken streets to crowded bars! You can buy the seats! You can buy the lights! But you’ll never own Our Saturday nights! Oi! Oi! Sing it loud forevermore— THE GAME IS OURS! [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2] Every terrace, every town, Where hope lifts up and weighs us down. Strangers bound by jersey colors, Shoulder tight against shoulders. Ninety minutes, pure and raw, Defying every written law. When the ball begins to fly, Truth is all we recognize. [Pre-Chorus] Flags unfold and voices rise, Hope reflected in our eyes. One last chance, one final dream, Tearing at the fabric’s seam. [Chorus] THE GAME IS OURS! The sweat, the songs, the battle scars! THE GAME IS OURS! From broken streets to crowded bars! You can buy the seats! You can buy the lights! But you’ll never own Our Saturday nights! Oi! Oi! Sing it loud forevermore— THE GAME IS OURS! [Bridge] No kings. No crowns. No VIPs. No walls. Just the ball. The pitch. Two goals. And us all. [Gang Chant] Who owns the football? WE DO! Who keeps it living? WE DO! Who fills the terraces? WE DO! Who sings forever? WE DO! [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus] THE GAME IS OURS! The sweat, the songs, the battle scars! THE GAME IS OURS! From broken streets to crowded bars! You can buy the seats! You can buy the lights! But you’ll never own Our Saturday nights! THE GAME IS OURS! Forevermore! [Outro – Slow, 6/8] We came from streets And factory gates. From muddy boots And pouring rain. No velvet rope. No private door. The game was ours... Before it was yours. And it always will be. OURS! FOREVER! THE GAME! IS OURS!
