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Via Sunderland - Paco del Stinko

You breathe fire - You rain hell
Are you the messiah? - I can not tell

We leave our death below
To face it from above
Where did it start where does it end?
There never seems to be enough

Open our mouths to breathe (look at the sky)
Open our eyes to see (you might go blind)
The drone that fills our heads (no peace to find)
Tells us that we'll soon be dead (there's no more time)

You breathe fire - You rain hell
Are you the messiah? - I can not tell

Via Sunderland
by Bad Boys at Bat Mitzvahs

my sweet via sunderland
she's gone to memphis following the band
front row at the final show
she is dancing with everything she can
dancing while she's smiling
dancing while shes crying
dancing with her sweet ol loving man
my sweet via sunderland
i love her with everything i can
you know that i adore ya
you're my sweet victoria
sweet sweet via sunderland

Via Sunderland
by Naked Philosophy

We caught the last train out
On a stormy English night
Avoided crowds and the rolling hills
It's better to be moving than to be standing still

CHORUS
And we need the music to live
(When we go via Sunderland)
And the music keeps us alive
(When we go via Sunderland)

The train could go no further
The end of the line that night
Really it was just a start
We tried to get home but instead we found art

We walked out in the rain
To find an open bar
We got more than we bargained for
We heard the future

CHORUS

Via Sunderland
(Jon Wilson)

V1
It was a boat.
It was a plane.
They called it Sunderland.
It brought the pain.

Pre
(Hut) Vier neun-Zylinder Motoren.
(Hut, two...) Fühl das mächtige Brüllen.
(Hut, two, three...) Gibt Hölle den Deutschen.
(Hut, two, three, four...) Las die 'Blutung weitergehen.

Ch
Serving anguish to the Germans,
Victory was predetermined.
British soldiers got their supplies.
Uboats would meet their demise
Via Sunderland, Short Sunderland.

V2
There was a time
When all was dark.
This was a light.
This was a shark.

(Pre)

(Ch)

Br
Death will come from up above.
Give the Führer's Reich mein love
Via Sunderland.

Okay, never got around to submitting this one, but I guess if anyone has any critiques...

Via Sunderland-Written by Bootlegged Waters-Vocals by Dante Joseph

Put yesterday behind you
There's not much you can do
Put the memories away, now,
They're over and through

You "Should've made a move
When you had the chance"
You'll never see her again
So much for romance
You're killing yourself
With what-ifs, why-nots
You gotta make do with
What you've got

You gotta put those days behind you
There's not much you can do
Regrets will get you nowhere
I know firsthand it's true
Now that you're
Riding away
Via Sunderland
There's not much you
Can do

Looking out the window
You try to see her face
And that is when you realize
It was all in the place

Were the feelings nonexistent,
Was it something in her eyes?
Think you should go figure it out
But you don't wanna try

You gotta put those days behind you
There's not much you can do
Regrets will get you nowhere,
You know now this is true
Since you're riding away
Via Sunderland
You figure there's
Nothing you
Can do

Nothing you...
Can do

Maybe I'll try to re-record it with an acoustic so it sounds less disgusting and release it later. I dunno.

Via Sunderland by Bobby Davros

Started off at Ipswich
But he got the wonder itch
Headed down to Charlton
But soon was time to move on

CHORUS
We're in a Bent wonderland
Since he came via Sunderland
He’s our new strike messiah
If he can keep still and … fire

Took a little detour
To the mighty Tottenham Hotspur
Then the Mackems for a bit -
Steve Bruce is a hypocrite

BRIDGE:
Shot a twelve year old with a
Pellet gun, so I'm told
Maybe he keeps travelling
To stop his psyche unravellin'

CHORUS

Now he's a central pillar
In attack for Aston Villa
Might help us beat the drop if
His wanderlust ever stops

CHORUS

Words by Johnny Cashpoint and Andy Balham