West Brom Till We Die

We're on the brink, hearts in our throats. One more breath

and the whole world knows. Blue and white bruised but never broke.

This is the final loss control. Boy, oh. Still we rise,

tears on the terraces, salt in the song. We've carried this

club for far too long to let it slip now to fade in the

dark. Every scar is a beat of the Baggies heart. Oh,

oh. Hold the line, lads, on the pitch feel us behind.

25,000 souls, one single mind. No names tonight, just stripes and fight.