Every home is truth
From cul-de-sac to continent
Pride clings to its own
You won't break us, but
We might just break ourselves
Opinions in constant flux
In Tarleton tonight
The spectators are lacking
A brand to pin
To their chests
We stand together
In provincial towns
No meme for the memory
No football chants
Co-opting sympathy
Parasitic empathy
In satellite towns
We claim for ourselves
Odd and stunning, mate. Getting to Lawless?
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