There's a World Cup on, don't know if you've noticed. Lots of bands have decided to mark the occasion by recording their own World Cup song. The Plague Doctors are not like other bands though. We've gone all Carol Ann Duffy on your bum and we're marking the occasion with an actual POEM.
Also, most World Cup songs contain at least some sense of optimism about England's chances of winning the tournament. Our poem is a bit more realistic. Here it is people.
We're Going Out On Penalties (A Sonnet)
Take the flags all back indoors
We don't need them anymore
Take that novelty St George's wig from off your head
Rip the shirts from off your back
Tear them up or paint them black
Tell the bars with all their big screens to put the cricket on instead
Text everybody in your phone book
Football isn't coming home, look
There'll be no parade round London on an open top bus
There'll be no dancing in the streets
We might as well admit defeat
We should all have stayed at home this year and saved ourselves the fuss
Abandon all your idle daydreams, they have no chance of coming true
Because we're going out on penalties, just like we always always do.
Soz and that.
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