The Striker Songtext
von Noctorum

When we′re two down
You think of me
But you lost and that was
Because of losing me

If you'd turn back
To see what I could see
Perhaps then with different men
There′d be a better team


Heads hung low
Showers cold
Two own goals
Hit the post

I'd hear the crowds cheer
Running down the wing
With a beating heart and a three yard start
I'd hear those voices sing

Defenders beat ball at my feet
Target straight ahead
Shimmy and swerve test the keeper′s nerve
And put the ball to bed


Golden goal
Whistle blows
Memories old
I′m just sold