s
he was a carpenter,
just like heads died before
Like his father's father,
put with the plain -eyed soul
Who'd think in modern times
this trade could cost his blood
He received his last rise
laying in the Wembley mud
Run, Patsy, run, Patsy, run, Patsy, run,
She yelled as it fell from the crane
Run, Patsy, run, Patsy,
run, Patsy, run,
Nobody showed us the blame,
or the blame
Now the players line up
in the colours of the team
The brass band march
across the grass
and play God Save The Queen
Who'd save dear Patsey?
Who'd see him right?
When Wembley was no football ground,
just an unsafe building site
And the blood and the dirt
was still in his shirt as they laid him out
And the building site's dirt
was ingrained in his fingers,
he just couldn't scrub it
out
How many sons and fathers
await papacy's fate
Sacrificed on building
sites for someone's
Like so much human fodder
To meet an end like this
Just another payroll number
To be scratched from off the list
Run, Patsy, run, Patsy, run, Patsy, run
She yelled as it fell from the crane
Run, Patsy, run, Patsy,
run, Patsy, run
Nobody showed us the blame
Run, Patsy, run, Patsy, run, Patsy, run
They yelled as it fell from the crane
Run, Patsy, run, Patsy,
run, Patsy, run
Nobody showed us the blame
Oh, the blame
Oh, the blame
Oh, the blame