We�ve got so much in common
But you live close to me
And so reason declares
That we must be enemies
We could be best friends
If we weren�t at different ends
Of a generic motorway
Somewhere in the uk
I support my local team
And you support yours
We meet before the match
To settle old scores
A bottle for a weapon
A bin-lid for a shield
Then those still standing
Head for the football field
Where did it all start, this built-in hate
Can it be explained, or was it just fate?
Now you've crossed the line, you've had your warning
I'll see you in the office on monday morning.
