The Helsinki Horror Show

[Verse 1] Twenty thousand tourists, plastic-hearted purists, Watch your summer circus, serving zero purpose. Non-league three years prior, now you’re in the fire, Wrexham’s actors are your soul detractors. Great at the branding, better at the crashing, Watch your whole legacy taking a thrashing. Carrick is static, your team is erratic, Watching the actors make your loss dramatic. [Chorus] One-nil to the actors, your script has been flipped, Your fifty-million signing had his pockets stripped. Smith strolls through your box and he taps in the winner, The Red Flops are serving a lower-league dinner. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] Fifty million wasted, failure deeply tasted, "New Era" hopes have been totally pasted. Santos debuted to a zero-goal trauma, Lost in the script of this Hollywood drama. Sam Smith, six before the break, a tap-in so easy, Your billion-pound badge looking Sunday-League queasy. Great at the spending, better at the bending, Helsinki Tourists, your failure’s unending. [Chorus] One-nil to the actors, your script has been flipped, Your fifty-million signing had his pockets stripped. Smith strolls through your box and he taps in the winner, The Red Flops are serving a lower-league dinner. [Outro] Burn the flight tickets, delete the whole day, The Hollywood boys just blew you away.