We’ve got so much in common
But you live close to me
And so reason declares
That we must be enemies
We could be best friends
If we weren’t at different ends
Of a generic motorway
Somewhere in the uk

I support my local team
And you support yours
We meet before the match
To settle old scores
A bottle for a weapon
A bin-lid for a shield
Then those still standing
Head for the football field

Where did it all start, this built-in hate
Can it be explained, or was it just fate?
Now you've crossed the line, you've had your warning
I'll see you in the office on monday morning.