Lyrics:
On the tramlines that became a memory
Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo, Sunderland Echo
And the work was in the shipyard or the mine
Buses came
things
That others could afford
But when it came to love
We had more
Growing up on Sunderland Road
Sunderland Road
A porch on the back were we'd go
nuit
Quand j’étais vivant, je voulais pas ça
Moi je voulais être Eric Cantona
Et marquer ce but contre Sunderland (contre Sunderland)
Et lever les
You're flying in the Sunderland Lands
Sunderland Lands Sunderland Lands
Your watching in the Sunderland Lands
Sunderland Lands Sunderland Lands
Baby,
xénon[00:36.43]J'smoke le yellow[00:37.74]J'ai les yeux plisser forcément[00:40.04]Elle me dit hello[00:41.27]Je crois ma bitch provient de Sunderland[00:43.68]Je la prend
Measuring the stars above
My old friend the Pointsman loves
In his candlewick green coat
On the Sunderland Flying Boat
Take a trip to Manderley
Go
more..
CHORUS:
You can commit any crime you please
You won't get nicked in sunderland, the coppers are softies
They hide when there's a thief or rogue
Sunderland
Mouse to house, I am this land
The were without, it's Thumberland
Smoke to a karma coma
Jamaicans do yard and roamers
Shake Bacardi's and Coke
to Fine Fare
and get your shoppin in
CHORUS:
We've got the store, nowt can compare,
We've got the store for you.
We've got the store, Sunderland's Fine
the Appalachian hills
As I hold your little hand
Underemployed on opioid pills
Out in Sunderland
You are my hero
It's not enough to just survive
You never looked
I got plugs in Sunderland
Got a couple jawns in Brighton
She get way too ahead of herself
No wonder she got some mileage
Stay out my feels can't
to Fine Fare
And get your shoppin in
CHORUS:
We've got the store, nowt can compare,
We've got the store for you.
We've got the store, Sunderland's Fine
Melody voulut revoir le ciel de Sunderland
Elle prit le 707 avion cargo de nuit
Et le pilote automatique aux commandes de l'appareil
Fit une
Melody voulut revoir le ciel de Sunderland
Elle prit le 707 avion cargo de nuit
Et le pilote automatique aux commandes de l'appareil
Fit une
Melody voulut revoir le ciel de Sunderland
Elle prit le 707 avion cargo de nuit
Et le pilote automatique aux commandes de l'appareil
Fit une
to Sunderland but found meself in Leeds,
And I had to get up early for the shipyard.
I once gave up the drinking, was it 1963?
But it seems as if sobriety
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're
FROM SYDENHAM TO CEYLON
(FROM SUNDERLAND TO SAIGON)
(FROM COVENTRY TO CANTON)
WHEREVER A LIGHT IS SHONE
A PLAYER MUST PLAY, OR WHAT'LL THEY SAY
WHEN
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent
They're down in Hull
And the isle of Mall
Is seething with discontent
They're nervous
hundred drums
Teslas with the cummerbunds (Mafia)
Son of a gun on Sunderland
It was one and done
Ain't nothing new under the sun
Except me jumping bun
In
FROM SYDENHAM TO CEYLON
(FROM SUNDERLAND TO SAIGON)
(FROM COVENTRY TO CANTON)
WHEREVER A LIGHT IS SHONE
A PLAYER MUST PLAY, OR WHAT'LL THEY SAY
WHEN
Sunderland spree
Now I'm fuckin' Miss Willburn for my brother and me
With a grey book, pay me to babysit, I had to stay put
Only thing a nigga cared about
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