As I walk this terrace of broken dreams I have visions of many things But league retention is just an illusion Filled with sadness and confusion What becomes of the broken-hearted Who had a club that's now departed? I know I've got to find Some kind of peace of mind Maybe The words of Khaled are all around But we just keep on a-tumblin' down Every day heartaches grow a little stronger I can't stand these flatbreads much longer I cry in shadows, watching utter ***** Cold and alone, no midfield in sight Hoping and praying for Conway to care Always passing but goin' nowhere What becomes of the broken-hearted Who had a club that's now departed? I know I've got to find Some kind of peace of mind Help me
What becomes of the broken-hearted Paid a penny and only farted I know I've got to find Some kind of bog roll mind Help me