What have we become?
Trips to Fleetwood but not Leeds Scum,
Five dire seasons stuck in League One
That's what we've become
What have we become?
Still there in numbers, but a disgruntled hum
Apart from when there's a song to be sung
Or players' egos stung
Strategies change, so many bad decisions
You have to question if there is a long term vision
Managers depart, the poor players stay
Just what is The Blades Way?
And it's awful after awful after awful, there's no great
We're stuck in a rut and we've forgotten to hate
Lacking heart, no shape to our play
Permanently in a malaise
What have we become?
Rivals retain their stars, but ours have gone
A squad too large for the club to fund
Some should be long gone
What have we become?
Money spurned, investment long gone
Bad decisions from everyone
No more spin to be spun
And it's awful after awful after awful, there's no great
Our dugouts are nice and out pitch looks oreyt
And we have to look back to admire the greats
Stranded in a malaise
And you'll actually love our club less
As they stumble from one disaster to a complete mess
A future that feels like it's laden with doom
The tide has got to turn soon
And it's awful after awful after awful, there's no great
Players do drugs, they assault and they rape
No new heroes for young fans to praise
Discipline long gone away
Stuck in malaise
Stuck in malaise
Stuck in malaise
And here's the original to enjoy, or sing along to.
What Have We Become - Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott
