Runners Up
Heaton/Rotheray

The original lyrical version of
The Rising of Grafton Street

I'm going back to the old school yard
to have the final word
Not to give a victory speech
or to lift a winners cup
But to blow the building up

He's going back to the old school yard
to kick them in the teeth
To grip them by the throat,
to hear them scream like no-one
Like they did to me

Your big red cross is a part of
the bosses’ plan to keep us tame
From the moment we are born,
this pathetic uniform
Is worn to keep us looking all the same

This is the runners-up
we used to sit and pray
this is the runners-up
This is the runners-up
we used to sit and pray
this is the runners-up

And we hope you turn
in your grave again tonight
We hope you turn
in your grave again tonight
And nothing stays the same
but nothing seems to change, no more

He's going back
He's going back to the old school yard
To let them know who I am
I'm battered and I’m bruised
and I feel a little used
but that's part of the plan

I'm going back to the old school yard
with a bomb in hand
It's a shame the teacher’s pet
hasn't nothing burning yet
But I'm sure she'd understand

And I'll shed a little tear
as I watch her disappear and the memory was gone
But in her voice a little slurred,
I could hear those final words
" ... "

Chorus