Subbuteo

Verse 1:
E
Hello, my chum
It's me and I'm banging on your door
It's been far too long
A
Since we set the leaves alight down on the floor
E
I've returned for a while
To the concrete that once claimed my knees
And the stones my hands owned
A
As I sent them toward windows and trees
Middle 8:
Towering trees
Towering trees
Verse: 2
E
There are bangers in the wheely bins
Lazer pens shone through the glass
And BB after BB fired
A
From behind the wall beyond the grass
E
And though boots met my face
And knuckles cracked me black as coal
I care not for the mindless
A
Who poked fear at my sorry soul
Middle 8:
My soul
My soul
Verse 3:
E
And I miss the rain on the roof
Pitstop paths and whistling streams
I miss the Coldstream chips
A
The red subbuteo team painted green
E
Built on back fields,
It seemed a thorn in my child side
Instead became a grit-soaked playground
A
Where the propers and the poor collide
Bridge:
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Oh, it might sound dull
But dull's sometimes all we have
Yeah, it might sound dull
A
But dull's all we ever have
Refrain:
E
Sometimes I talk with the meter
Of a bingo caller's east-end drawl
Who cares; we're all just trying to float
While everything seems set to fall
Middle 8:
So hard
So hard