Sunday league football, match day, it’s not even noon Smell of deep heat fills the freezing cold changing rooms As you tie up your boots, the adrenaline pumps in your veins And when the tackles start flying, there is no feeling of pain Stare in their eyes and their faces they show only fear Derby day, grudge match, it’s vicious, the same every year Even the calm ones today should be kept in a cage You’re gonna need more than shin pads today, to control my rage You’re gonna need more than shin pads today, to control my rage You’re gonna need more than shin pads today, to control my rage You’re gonna need more than shin pads today, to control my rage You’re gonna need more than shin pads today, to control my rage Written by: Kristian Wyatt Copyright: 2020 Kristian Wyatt