Another Song - sorry - Mr Brightside (The Killers)

I’m coming out of my half
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta get on the ball,
Because I want a goal.

It started out with a kick
How did it end up like this
It was only a kick,
it was only a kick.

Now he’s down on the deck,
And he’s rolling around,
While he's having a laugh,
And he’s going to ground.

Now the physio’s on,
with his sponge in his hand,
And it's all in his head.

But he’s holding his knee now,
They all look at me now,
wearing a scowl.

And I just can’t look it’s killing me,
It wasn’t a foul.

Referee, with his notebook out at me,
Buying into all their lies,
Yellow card is no surprise.

But it’s just the price I pay,
Honest, Ref it wasn’t me,
Open up your blinkered eyes,
‘cause I’m Norman Whiteside

I never
I never
I never
I never